Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 5'9"+Won, artist - KVBeats
Date of issue: 20.12.2018
Song language: English
5'9"+Won |
«I take seven emcees, put 'em in a line» |
«It's simple mathematics» |
«Grab the mic» |
«I take seven emcees, put 'em in a line» |
«It's a number game, but shit don’t add up somehow» |
Shout out my nigga Pace |
Knot up a niggas face |
I play him with a 45 hit 'em with the bass/base |
The caliber is a bitch like a judge in court when it spits at you |
Perhaps it’ll hit you with a case |
Sealin' your fate cause you still a fake |
Feelin' brave, you’ve been led astray |
Meditate, homies still will pray |
On your leather, nigga levitate |
Talkin' 'bout you in a good space |
Till the metal put you in a better place |
Bitch, you only been in two beefs like a set of steak |
I’m a heavyweight, I ain’t never fake |
Dedicated my whole career to beef and bitches instead of cake |
But I still got it |
30 still wildin' on you |
Heard I’m still prolly servin' niggas ill product |
Real solid niggas will still kill 'bout him |
Fuck how you feel 'bout him |
«Next to step up» |
«Pacewon» |
«Rock the spot» |
«It's simple mathematics» |
«Grab the mic» |
«2−4-7 and» |
«Keep it hype» |
«Next to step up» |
«Pacewon» |
«All day in my ear» |
«Whatever you do» |
«When you see us next time punk step to the rear» |
Shout out my nigga Royce |
If you try to diss him |
I’ll flip and rip your lips off and kiss my ass with 'em |
Throw you in a ditch and have you missin', I’m the future |
Fightin' me is like tryin' to outsmart a computer |
I knew that any sooner you would shoot her with a brave heart |
I have you scareder than a kid at night in a graveyard |
If cats talk smack, I crack they dome |
And then chain 'em to a wall like in Black Snake Moan |
Like Muhammad Ali, just do my dance |
I don’t even need chrome, I use my hands |
Actin' like Mike in a fight, I start bitin' it |
I’ll frickin' punch your girl in the face I’m like Ike and 'em |
Frickin' raise my voice to the top and start riotin' |
Stress you till your body, it looks like you’re dyin' in |
Beat me in a battle? |
The chances are narrow |
I get love like Cupid shot me in the ass with an arrow |
Won! |