Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song There He Go (Heroin Flow) , by - Kutt Calhoun. Song from the album Kelvin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.10.2012
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
There He Go (Heroin Flow) |
| There he go, there he go,, pure unkutt, got that Heroin flow |
| There he go, pure unkutt, got that Heroin flow |
| There he go, pure unkutt, got that Heroin flow |
| Got that Heroin flow, that Heroin flow, that Heroin flow |
| Pure unkutt, got that Heroin flow |
| One flow from me’s addiction |
| My style is so addicting |
| Strike through like Pancreatic Cancer, I’m sickly |
| One dose will make you suffer |
| Too cold for me to touch ya |
| I’m off this 99, man, and I’m focused on the come up |
| I ride, that black on black |
| HSC, that range |
| Pop that top, read my thoughts, I’m cold, having no brain |
| Haters hate to see me shine, but they always suck a tall dick |
| I’m having so much paper, don’t know what to do with |
| All this cause I’m poppin |
| I feel so high |
| Look at me, I’m a star, man |
| From the streets a bizarre thing, BET’s next star thing |
| Fuck the swag, I’m steller |
| Work the sails, I’m iller |
| I’m in the place to be, like when 2pac was in Cochella |
| Last dragon, flamed up |
| With a glow around me, like show e |
| Oral poppin,, I guess that’s just my hang up |
| Real niggas don’t change |
| We all be on that same stuff |
| I’m just a young black brother, thuggin, livin, wilden, and dangerous |
| There he go, there he go,, pure unkutt, got that Heroin flow |
| There he go, pure unkutt, got that Heroin flow |
| There he go, pure unkutt, got that Heroin flow |
| Got that Heroin flow, that Heroin flow, that Heroin flow |
| Pure unkutt, got that Heroin flow |
| I’m in the cut |
| To smoke some weed |
| Drink in my cup |
| Look like Codeine |
| I’m feeling sleepy |
| But got a playa lean |
| This how them niggas be feeling when they be off that Lean |
| Draped up and draped out |
| I’m bossin out with the top down |
| Drunk up, being loud, you niggas die in H Town |
| Diamonds up in my watch, diamonds up in my chain |
| making heads turn, as big as Kurt Cobain |
| I’m riding around on these inches, got these bitches up in my biddness |
| These niggas eying my plate, tell them «you hungry, go and eat Snickers» |
| So I don’t give a damb bout what you going through, my nigga |
| Cause I’m the shit, and I don’t even consider you kitty litter |
| You mean the dooky? |
| Yeah I’m a walking terd |
| You need a pooper scooper, to catch my dropping words |
| You rappers diapers, y’all still don’t get it, nerds? |
| Let me explain what I’m doing with just a simple verse |
| Shitting on ya, beg my parden |
| I’m just so Kansas City |
| Rest asured, putting my town on the map, just like Eddy Griffon |
| Don Cheedle, or Jody Ryley, straight from the midwest, know about me |
| Saucey like I’m Alli Gates, so presidential, the world around me like |
| There he go, there he go,, pure unkutt, got that Heroin flow |
| There he go, pure unkutt, got that Heroin flow |
| There he go, pure unkutt, got that Heroin flow |
| Got that Heroin flow, that Heroin flow, that Heroin flow |
| Pure unkutt, got that Heroin flow |