Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heaven Sent, artist - King Combs. Date of issue: 28.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Heaven Sent |
| Uh, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yuh |
| They say King Combs Heaven-sent |
| How he rock, plug for this shit |
| Catch a quick glimpse, calm touch so delicate |
| Mood change in the room when the gang steppin' in |
| Engine never break, steady peddlin' |
| Crush Pendleton store, cash like a flash drive (Cash) |
| Cut the chatter, money matter like black lives |
| Numbers add up, calculate it, get your math right (Uh-huh, uh-huh) |
| Get your weight up, you deflate when crossin' paths (Nigga) |
| Never fooled by you clown niggas |
| Cut the jokes, see, I move how I wanna move |
| Follow rules, never do, that’s uncomfortable (Uh-uh, uh-uh) |
| I’m the coach, makin' plays, never fumble |
| Preach Psalms in the huddle (Amen) |
| Can’t settle, not for nothin', nah, nada, gotta hustle too (Nah) |
| Throw me in the jungle, I’ma hunt for food |
| My moms just passed, I ain’t know what to do |
| But I’ma keep livin' like instruction (Uh-huh, uh-huh) |
| Spent time out in London, I might move |
| Caught a vibe, shit, it might be the right mood |
| Take some time just to clear out my mind too (Yeah) |
| Every Friday a movie, I’m Ice Cube (What, what, what?) |
| See my lady so different, don’t like you |
| She don’t talk to nobody, she type rude |
| I don’t rest, I count checks when the night through |
| Only time I get rest is on flights too |
| Any perps dissin' us, you losin' anyways (Yeah) |
| Cut through flesh, might burn your chest like Henny Straight (Uh-huh) |
| We up next, been that work for many days |
| Come contest (Come on, come on), bring your best, we really play |
| Young Michael Corleone, son of a don |
| I can tell the money comin' 'cause I’m rubbin' my palm |
| When that light shine, bet I go above and beyond |
| Drop heat all winter 'til the summer is on (Uh-huh) |
| I push Hummers with the logos, company cars |
| Same pendant on the chain, ladies lovin' the charm (Bling) |
| Workouts never cease, see the cuts in my arm? |
| (Uh) |
| Old friends turned snakes, but I’m cuttin' 'em off (Damn) |
| Independent on a nigga, need nothin' from y’all (Nuh-huh) |
| Keep my energy the same, make like nothin' is wrong (Uh-uh) |
| Niggas can’t stand the heat when the oven is on |
| Put the team on my back while I’m runnin' the ball |
| Never satisfied, can’t be content with minor stats |
| I need a few Platinum plaques and fire tracks |
| King Combs can’t relax, in fact, I’m hyperactive (What, what?) |
| Whip game, switch shades like Michael Jackson |
| Wrists plain, gold body like a magnum |
| Rappin', never play with you rappers, I’m steady snappin' |
| Do yourself a favor and step away from the class of |
| Made men, ready for war in every aspect (Respect, nigga) |
| Shittin' me, we make hits |
| Tell me how nasty you get |
| All the way from the hood to the neck of the woods, it’s lit |
| One thing’s for sure (I'll be good) |
| Yeah, shittin' me, we make hits |
| Tell me how nasty you get |
| All the way from the hood to the neck of the woods, it’s lit |
| One thing’s for sure (I'll be good) |
| Yeah |