Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dyed 2WICE , by - Lancey Foux. Song from the album Pink II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.07.2018
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Dyed 2WICE |
| Somethin' in me, boostin' my adrenaline |
| Got the devil at my door, I can’t let him in |
| Got the world in my hand, my fingers pedellin' Medellin, imagine |
| When I walk in, these girls gonna compete like it’s a pageant |
| ADHD, whip the engine throwin' a tantrum |
| Duckin' from the menacin' (Ooh-ooh) |
| Somethin' in me, boostin' my adrenaline |
| Electric (Psyke) |
| Took a right, 'cause I saw the stop check (Ooh) |
| I’m ready to die but I ain’t notorious just yet (Uh) |
| Hot pick, I died already and braided myself at the top |
| I was born in '95, seeing Michael Jackson fell off |
| Forever money in my pocket, I got a knot in my cloth (Ooh) |
| We didn’t listen to navigation, we at not getting lost |
| Hmm, life is a game, I think Skeppy is the final boss |
| I was afraid of the pain but the changes made me strong (Psyke) |
| Duckin' from the menacin' (Psyke) |
| Somethin' in me, boostin' my adrenaline |
| Got the devil at my door, I can’t let him in |
| Got the world in my hand, my fingers pedellin' Medellin, imagine |
| When I walk in, these girls gonna compete like it’s a pageant |
| ADHD, whip the engine throwin' a tantrum |
| Duckin' from the menacin' (Ooh-ooh) |
| Somethin' in me, boostin' my adrenaline (Yeah) |
| True stories (True), I was trapped in a trap house (Trapped, shh) |
| I think I just saw a mouse (Huh?) |
| And I fell asleep with the scores in my mouth (What?) |
| Man, of course, I spit your crack, what you talkin' about? |
| (Shine!) |
| Mr. Adenuga, I was born with the clout (Sex) |
| Bloody walk anytime I’m steppin' out (Ice) |
| Money talks, run it up then I’m gettin' down |
| I was just talking to this model and she says she’s reppin' south |
| Me? |
| Reppin' north |
| She wanna kiss me, she wanna fuck me in the Porsche |
| I told her you’re gonna miss me better keep me in your thoughts |
| I left my ex cause I ain’t really into laws (Wow) |
| Skinny legs I ain’t really into shorts (Wow) |
| I step in the party, see the swag, they feel the force (Bow!) |
| Tell them fake ballers, me and Lancey on the court (G-r-r-eeaze!) |
| The feds looking for me I tell 'em follow the sauce (Psyke) |
| Duckin' from the menacin' (Psyke) |
| Somethin' in me, boostin' my adrenaline |
| Got the devil at my door, I can’t let him in |
| Got the world in my hand, my fingers pedellin' Medellin, imagine |
| When I walk in, these girls gonna compete like it’s a pageant |
| ADHD, whip the engine throwin' a tantrum |
| Duckin' from the menacin' (Ooh-ooh) |
| Somethin' in me, boostin' my adrenaline |