Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PSYKENIGHT, artist - Lancey Foux. Album song Friend or Foux, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
PSYKENIGHT |
| It’s foot to the floor, no seat, I’m ridin' round tank on E |
| The boy just turned to a beast and I know that they know it’s me (Yeah) |
| I got my own alphabet, it’s A, C, I and a D |
| Put down your money, let’s bet, let’s see who dyin' a G? |
| I know that it’s me |
| Leather jeans on in the hood I’m the flyest to come out of east |
| Who’s ridin' on me? |
| Lemme see? |
| I kill a boy on the A13 |
| I pull up on greaze |
| Big greaze with a big G |
| I got a bad B |
| No underwear like IAMDDB |
| And she won’t say a sound |
| Big steel under the Jean Paul Gaultier blouse |
| How could they doubt? |
| That me and my niggas the biggest to do this since 2000 and now |
| I put a 10 on track and after I hit, it’s Logic, I’m bouncin' her out |
| I’m on my white girl shit |
| Mm, outside and I’m definitely cashin' me out |
| (Catch me outside, how 'bout dat?) |
| Talk about |
| Talk about, talk about, talk about me |
| You ain’t even a boss |
| I pay the cost and I got the receipts |
| Fuck a celebrity, no security |
| Still see me in the streets |
| Like, «Stop, wait, pull up,» I need somethin' to eat |
| All of these blessings, praise the Lord |
| DJ, put that on repeat |
| Please don’t talk about numbers, little man, I could do that in my sleep |
| Please don’t talk about skengs |
| One phone call, that’s a strap with the teeth |
| I’m an alchemist, on a trip |
| How could I slip when I got the crack on my feet? |
| SK’s got me standin' well |
| Ain’t Obama but I brang Michelle |
| Bouncers know me on the door |
| And they know I’m comin' with gang as well |
| Told the girl, «I don’t do the road» |
| But nothin' change, I got raps to sell |
| It’s a fast life, I don’t kiss and tell |
| Said her name and it rang a bell |
| Tell me what you see when you look in my eyes |
| Look in the mirror, you hate what you see |
| 'Cah pussy, you livin' a lie |
| They wanna 'verse, wanna hang with the gang |
| But they ain’t got the vibe |
| Fuck with me, no one can save you |
| Nah, not Allah nor Jesus Christ |
| I pray but I get sleepless nights (Yeah) |
| Real haunted ones |
| Pick a lighty and sleep with one |
| About brekky, I’m leavin', hun |
| If the early bird gets the worm first |
| Alright, I’ma see him at brunch |
| Ah, look at me thinkin' dinner |
| If the mandem see 'em, it’s lunch |
| Putting on weight, I been yammin' this Curry like Bumba |
| I am a goat |
| Used to be skinny like Lancey Foux |
| Your project was shit but it charted though |
| Chippy, I’m the man with the bars |
| That’s not gang, that’s stars |
| Smokin' this cabbage, might jump on the shrooms |
| Like I’m playin' Mario Kart |
| Ahahahahaha |
| Ahahahahaha |
| Ahahahahaha |