Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Steinway & Sons, artist - KXNG Crooked. Album song The Sixteen Chapel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hitmaker
Song language: English
Steinway & Sons |
Yeah |
Don’t let your finger snap |
Ah |
Psalms 82 verse 6 |
I said you are Gods |
You are all children of the Most High |
Amen |
This album is dedicated to the God flow |
When it comes to bars i’m the Kxng of Los Angeles |
But my conception was too immaculate for these analysts |
Even |
Jesus of Nazareth had his antagonists |
Crooked is Ra’s al Ghul taking a bath in his Lazarus pit |
What the matter is |
Passion you lacking the shit |
I get to spazzin' and spit |
Massacre half of your click |
Faster than hammers can click |
Faster than cameras can flick |
Rappers abandoning ship just like the Titanic |
I got a gigantic gat on my hip |
Ready for the night storm |
'Cause i ain’t on becoming a paranormal life form |
Me and my enemy we are paranormal life forms |
Who never see eye to eye |
We taking it eye for eye |
Show up at his funeral I wear a formal tie for em |
'Cause petty quarrels you could die for em |
See its the hard knock life that the casualties eluded |
And any doubt in your mind I bet reality remove it |
Yeah I had a thing with music so i happily perused it |
With my guards up, batteries included |
Niggaa charged up! |
I hit the streets where they packing them deuces |
I click the heat |
Like cabbage at Ruth Chris |
I’m with the beef |
My savage is ruthless |
Grabbing up whose next |
Snapping a few necks |
Practice a suplex |
Till your back is a soup dish |
Nigga please |
I seen the craziest drama |
Craziest trauma |
Raised in Wakanda |
Same as T’Challa |
Walking in vibranium armor |
Ready to snap like an Iranian bomber |
Aiming my llama |
This is target practice |
This the art of rapping |
But i’m the hardest rappin |
But i’m the hardest artist |
Cardiac arrest |
And all of the garbage |
I just heart attack the artists I detest |
Ya’ll are the smallest factors |
Its y’all fault for authoring all the wackness |
Yeah |
And I’m just here to shift the pendulum |
Catch a few bodies in the interim |
Talking bitches bodies as I enter em |
Put the dick back of the throat like a Tic Tac |
Then I ask how much it meant to em |
HaHa! |
Hoes is getting Mento’d |
It’s light work |
Like Sammy Sosa skin tone |
The flow harder than horny dick in the friend zone |
If you never gonna get it that’s a wish bone |
Meanwhile your Queenie trynna suck a genie out the weenie |
Goddamn that’s a wish bone! |
Dah dah dah dah |
Started on the corner like dah da da dah |
'Bout the corner office like dah da da dah |
Started on the streets like dah da da dah |
Sing it with me yaaa |
Dah da da dah |
Dah da da dah |