Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Live Blasphemous, artist - Joey Fatts. Album song Chipper Jones Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cutthroat
Song language: English
Live Blasphemous |
Living life no brakes, all gas |
Looking out for them snakes |
Watchin' that tall grass |
Skipping class no hall pass |
I got to get cash before they evict our ass (the rent due) |
Momma at home stressin' running out of shit to do |
So im out with my tool, i ain’t got shit to loose |
Never trust niggas, my hommies can get it too |
I haven’t trusted a bitch since Eve bit that fuckin' fruit |
My brothers ain’t home, my n*ggas in jail |
So I’m here on my own, just some dope and this scale |
Flippin' work by the zone, hittin' school in the morning |
And robbing niggas for phones |
I was young and wildin' |
In the streets while ya’ll was watching gula gula island |
Who would of thought i be rhymin' now when niggas shinin' |
And ima go hard like this a nigga last year |
Cause they say the best persevere |
I waited my whole life for this |
Die young live blasphemous |
Don’t dwell on cash we spent |
Cause there’s still more cash to get, We gettin' rich |
Get money fuck niggas |
They see we wining so they trying to fuck with us |
I see them grillin' so never trust niggas |
I was taught to get money fuck niggas |
Been on the road alone |
If i don’t make it home somebody call my momma |
Hand on the llama thinking damn im to old for drama |
You know the money stay in the case until the product is tested |
Looking asian in the lexus double gold quest on the chest shit |
Rolling german suplexes strait into duplexes |
Yo calm down you actin' wild, peep the style |
Look shorty down the lake, graduated like a cap and gown |
Blast that pussyclaut clame that carcass like a basset hound |
I throw a child down the stares if needed |
The next day see me smoking with my fans in Sweden |
Why are you breathing? |
Are the questions that i ponder |
As i sit in the great? |
blasting salsa |
I need a doctor, all my wolves like Kevin Costner |
Play your part like you won seven oscars |
I used to have seven partners |
And now we cop choppas |
To lift you like its heavens opera |
Bronson Sinatra |