Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tiger Uppercut, artist - Kool G Rap. Date of issue: 31.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tiger Uppercut |
| It’s that dark rebel at chart levels |
| All lames get bent off the frame like daredevil car metal |
| March with fellows in the hardest ghetto |
| Kids in the kitchen, but large kettles |
| And they ain’t cooking marshmallows |
| Something more like a hard yellow |
| Young face to supply base like mozart jellos |
| So step on this shit like go kart pedals |
| Right here you’re getting rizzy |
| Fried and cooked to the fish scale |
| Crispy like Arthur Treachers |
| Ain’t it hard to heat ya imposter with heaters |
| And your future type of car be the reaper |
| Double action like a double feature |
| Being a young eager beaver made em puff the reefer |
| Now grown up, he loves the divas |
| Bustin' in they cleavage, chuck snub heaters that blow like a club speaker |
| Hit dames in the head like caveman clubs beater |
| He be the king size, KGR franchise |
| Ice cold, see no soul in the man’s eyes |
| And my main goal is to roll in that land ride |
| I spit quills to make a killing when my grams dry |
| You see a killer in this man’s eyes |
| I’m killing and I’m burning like a camp fire |
| He said that I ain’t trapping, that’s a damn lie |
| I hand-to-hand pies like a grandma |
| But no, I ain’t a granny, I just ate Xanax |
| Took down eight Xanax like straight candy |
| I got a lot of tools but I ain’t handy |
| I’m a motherfucker savage, but I ain’t Randy |
| But I still get these bows off |
| Kool G and Logic like Beethoven, Mozart |
| Like show parts and Breitling |
| Zangief and M. Bison, but we nicer |
| Word slicer, toss 'em up like volleyball |
| I’m flyer than an albatross on Al B Sure |
| And I’ll be sure to make you think that Logic Ali raw |
| I’ll probably body ya’ll, mashed up like Mardi Gras |
| Dropping off your body parts so your mommy’s saw |
| You gone probably have to get your bodyguard a bodyguard |