Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not Legal, artist - Kid Trunks. Album song Super Saiyan, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, The Kid Before Trunks
Song language: English
Not Legal |
Gang, gang, gang, gang |
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
The only reason I’ll let you live because you sorry alive |
And if I see you in my city, make sure you come check in twice |
I can’t remember why these people always believe the lie |
But I’m the greatest asian rapper ever to be alive |
And if you disagree just dig a hole, lay down, and go die |
I’m gon' be rich and all my niggas gon' have on suit and ties |
And if you talk down the ting gon' bring the heat, let’s go and fight |
You is so stupid pussy boy you do not care 'bout your life |
Okay, I fuck her and leave her |
I wanted a threesome |
That bitch wasn’t legal |
But I am not legal |
She wanted a feature |
But I had to teach her |
To suck it and squeeze it |
That bitch is bulimic |
Okay, I fuck her and leave her |
I wanted a threesome |
That bitch wasn’t legal |
But I am not legal |
She wanted a feature |
But I had to teach her |
To suck it and squeeze it |
That bitch is bulimic |
Oou, undercover with the Rick |
And he on |
Zipper, she grab on my dick |
My dick’ll back up and park |
30-round came with a drum for real |
I cannot kid or stunt for real |
Percocet, popping these mollies and pill |
Roll down, rollie, I don’t rock no grill |
AP, I get chills |
Eight feet, get spilled |
Six feet, quick kill |
Wrist, check on me like a doc |
Fuckin' that hoe and her mama |
Cookin' up just like Betty Crocker |
Puttin' niggas in the trash, trash bag |
These niggas be stealin' swag, swag, swag |
Came for the cat, cat, cat |
Hoe you be tat, tat, tat, oou |
Let the mac blast |
Blowin' the gas bag |
Okay, I fuck her and leave her |
I wanted a threesome |
That bitch wasn’t legal |
But I am not legal |
She wanted a feature |
But I had to teach her |
To suck it and squeeze it |
That bitch is bulimic |
I am predator, just like hyena |
Yo bitch off the loud like we just smoked some speakers |
I think that I’m hot, like I just caught a fever |
So I keep a liter of lean in the freezer |
How does she back it up, she must have a reverse camera, from Alabama |
It was your momma, then I met your auntie out in Atlanta |
She hit the folks on my dick for a Fanta |
No, I’m Dirty Dan! |
I’m rich and degenerate |
Fuck you if that flag you got is confederate |
I let yo' bitch fuck if she pay ya' settlement |
Okay, I fuck her and leave her |
I wanted a threesome |
That bitch wasn’t legal |
But I am not legal |
She wanted a feature |
But I had to teach her |
To suck it and squeeze it |
That bitch is bulimic |
Okay, I fuck her and leave her |
I wanted a threesome |
That bitch wasn’t legal |
But I am not legal |
She wanted a feature |
But I had to teach her |
To suck it and squeeze it |
That bitch is bulimic |
Babygirl, look at the kicks |
Gucci, don’t step on my kicks |
Sippin' codeine like I’m sick |
Cream soda the lean that I mix |
Niggas be dissin' they no |
Niggas they really be Urkels |
Grippin' the chopper I hurt you |
I don’t need no squares in my circle |
Fuckin' that bitch from the back, oou |
Diamonds they froze, I feel cool |
Sippin the purple oven, oou |
Bitch she lookin', she’s hella cute |
Bob the Builder, I stay with the tool |