Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song And It Goes Like, artist - K Rino. Album song Conception of Concept (The Big Seven #2), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.11.2016
Record label: SoSouth
Song language: English
And It Goes Like |
And it goes like, yeah yeah, come on, come on |
And it goes like |
Let’s have some fun |
Watch him |
I run up on the stage with urgency |
And let my sack hang like skin after a bypass surgery |
My arsenal is not accessible |
You hate to see me like a fella picking his nose in the car next to you |
I’m old school down to the bone |
I still hit the booth and read my lines off the paper, not from the phone |
I’m not tryna say that your way is wrong |
But if somehow your cell crash or it lock up, your lyrics is gone |
It’s well known, can’t trick me with them lies, please save it, mane |
Before I make your face vanish like I’m David Blaine |
What kind of locs you got on, K? |
Them say they lame |
Sound like the stuff you wrote came out a newborn baby’s brain |
Better hope I show mercy on your ratchet soul |
I’m so cold I snatch the donut and kidnap the hole |
I make you feel the impact of the blast |
Now you’re salty like the top part of a daiquiri glass |
I might bust your gut open and tell you what you ate for dinner |
You made a bad transformation like Caitlyn Jenner |
You anywhere close to K-Rino, trick please |
Ripping MCs, beat knocking like Kenny Smith’s knees |
If we jump you, nobody better try and help |
So versatile I do a clique song by myself |
I’m acting like I don’t hear ya ‘cause I don’t speak to haters |
But make me mad, I beat your ass with a sweet potato |
When I win, ain’t no friends, I’ma brag instead |
And rub it in like cocoa butter on ashy legs |
Dinnertime, no beef just pass the bread |
I got hair growing inside my head, backwards dreads |
Mine against yours, my verse’ll prevail |
‘Cause I’ma beat ya to the punch like I was thirsty as hell |
Yeah you could of been a legend, you was live in the street |
But you peaked early like cheating at hide-and-go-seek |
When I pop off, fans on your bandwagon hopped off |
Rappers have lost touch like their fingers was chopped off |
Quiet as kept, I’ma ghost him when he step |
I’m ‘bout to lose it like a team down by 20 with a minute left |
Shooting slugs at K ain’t smart, cuz |
Like having a baby-mama that’s a child support judge |
You wanna act like you standing in knowledge knee-deep |
You a fake scholar, you don’t study, you just retweet |
Gotta talk straight in case he don’t take hints |
Created clever statements until confusion made sense |
I’m the true leader; |
perfect—I don’t need a proofreader |
‘Cause I’m tight like ya mama squeezed in a two-seater |
Try to jump fly with me, I’ma stand up and jump flier |
You gon' see more foul play than an umpire |
I work the late shift when I get the pad and write |
I’m not a morning person so like that singer, I’m Gladys Knight |
You kept talking and I told ya you should have stopped then |
Now you in this mess and can’t get out like you was blocked in |
You thought I wouldn’t show, now your face is looking twisted |
‘Cause I’ma smoke you all day like I was cooking brisket |
I hear your lines and can’t believe that you said this |
Sound like you bought ‘em from a teenager on Craigslist |
Listening to you, it’s obvious that you fraud as hell |
Like dudes who snitch on a regular, it ain’t hard to tell |
Row for weeks, I’ma a beast with a spoken piece |
I’ma ruin you for life like a broken lease |
You just an actor, y’all posing like you really hustle |
Thought your name with Dave ‘cause all I ever see you with is Buster’s |
And it goes like, yeah |
And we gon' fade out |
Let’s fade out |
Ha ha |