Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Medusa, artist - KSI. Album song Disstracktions - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Island Records
Song language: English
Medusa |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Oh |
| Coco like Chanel, move low like cartel |
| Tight-lip, I don’t tell, YT I do well |
| She likes my jewelry, flirt game to fool me |
| Knowing I still fall, yeah, I still fall |
| Medusa head, cutted off all her purses |
| Perseus led, still couldn’t rid these curses |
| Underworld snakes, sly on the ground, waitin' |
| Sell her the soul, take the mask off, Satan |
| I don’t want fame and gold |
| Give me that fame and gold |
| I don’t want fame and gold |
| Give me that fame and gold |
| I don’t want fame and gold |
| Give me that fame and gold |
| I don’t want fame and gold |
| Give me that fame and gold |
| Give me that fame and gold, all they want in this bitch |
| SocialBlade from my back, they just wanna get rich |
| Known to the online people, take the control of sheeple |
| Attention to build the ego, none of that shit where we go |
| Ev’ryone on these social ladders, what they get is everything that matters |
| Checking numbers on a page, in an age where the worth of the person is made |
| By the social numbers on the site, Sam Rockwell will know that’s not right |
| Stabbin' our friends in the back like Jason, nah, I’m not the one who’s chasin' |
| riches and bitches |
| Tryna be fly like Aladdin, calling the genie for wishes |
| Grass is greener on the other side, fuck it, Bill o’Reilly let me do it live |
| Take my boring life, fill it up with plastic, so fantastic |
| Now they’re all fake, shit, |
| Coco like Chanel, move low like cartel |
| Tight-lip, she don’t tell, YT she do well |
| She likes her jewelry, flirt game, she fooled me |
| Knowing I still fall, yeah, I still fall |
| Medusa head, cutted off all her purses |
| Perseus led, still couldn’t rid these curses |
| Underworld snakes, sly on the ground, waitin' |
| Sell her the soul, take the mask off, Satan |
| I don’t want fame and gold |
| Give me that fame and gold |
| I don’t want fame and gold |
| Give me that fame and gold |
| I don’t want fame and gold |
| Give me that fame and gold |
| I don’t want fame and gold |
| Give me that fame and gold |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Panamera on a single wrist |
| Got it moving like an exorcist |
| Gave it to her like I’m DMX |
| Snap a pic, social flex |
| What’s next? |
| No brainer, flickin' through just to entertain her |
| Flickin' through for a Nike trainer, flickin' through for another gainer |
| Movin' on 'cause she livin' greater, livin' bigger than the Canyon crater |
| Spinnin' off in a 911, reachin' for a Heaven, lucky number seven |
| Where the social really has the ammunition, whippin', winnin', when she in the |
| kitchen |
| Cookin' up a mix of fame and gold |
| Body warm, but her heart is cold |
| Body warm, but her heart is cold |
| Towards the wall, but still she’s, still she’s— |
| Coco like Chanel, move low like cartel |
| Tight-lip, she don’t tell, YT she do well |
| She likes her jewelry, flirt game, she fooled me |
| Knowing I still fall, yeah, I still fall |