Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Evil, artist - JayDaYoungan. Album song Forever 23, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ruffwayy
Song language: English
Evil |
| The Heros |
| Love can turn you evil |
| Love can turn you evil |
| Don’t let that shit defeat you |
| Problems comin', I don’t need 'em |
| To the streets I’m like the preacher |
| Listen up so I can teach 'em |
| Not the same, you ain’t my equal |
| Blood diamonds, he was reachin' |
| I can’t speak, somebody please |
| Long nights without eatin' |
| Had to trap, don’t fuck with leechin' |
| Bitch it’s cancer 'til we even |
| Catch him lackin', leave him leakin' |
| Get you touched, give me a reason |
| All my shottas love squeezin' |
| Killer season, bitch, we tweakin' |
| Tryna see whoever speakin' |
| Tryna see whoever speakin' |
| Bitch, we goin' with the move |
| Fuck you and them pussy niggas |
| Who claim they gon' step for you |
| Heard these bitch ass niggas trippin' |
| Shit, I know just what to do |
| Pull up with my cousin Boo |
| Might send shots hangin' out the roof |
| Bitch, I’m in the trenches with them hammers, come get at me |
| Swervin' in your section, gray Camaro full of ratchets |
| Rat ass promotor set me up, some niggas jacked me |
| But I got a message for you and that pussy boy from laughing |
| Everything I do, it gotta add, it ain’t no more subtractin' |
| What I speak, this shit I really lived, don’t wanna do no actin' |
| If you play, we gotta get him drilled, put him in a casket |
| Niggas tryna be like me, I tell 'em they gon' need some practice |
| Love can turn you evil |
| Don’t let that shit defeat you |
| Problems comin', I don’t need 'em |
| To the streets I’m like the preacher |
| Listen up so I can teach 'em |
| Not the same, you ain’t my equal |
| Blood diamonds, he was reachin' |
| I can’t speak, somebody please |
| Long nights without eatin' |
| Had to trap, don’t fuck with leechin' |
| Bitch it’s cancer 'til we even |
| Catch him lackin', leave him leakin' |
| Get you touched, give me a reason |
| All my shottas love squeezin' |
| Killer season, bitch, we tweakin' |
| Tryna see whoever speakin' |