Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lullaby, artist - LawsDate of issue: 02.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lullaby |
| Cloudy carty I’ma kill her like a carty I could tag |
| Made a crystal to these clouds cleather way I’m clearly back |
| Gotta work the E 'cause no one else to feed you |
| No hand out too small like they try to deceive you |
| They don’t remember who you are till they finally need you |
| Now they panickin desperately tryin to reach you |
| Something they ain’t right, their intentions probably evil |
| I could feel it in the air, yeah like… seagull |
| They wanna see you fail 'cause they induce it They faster I’m while the… while they follow the cinema |
| For I tell it like it is but I ain’t no preacher |
| When it comes to features I spit that either |
| The art that hip hop baddest find it the Mona Lisa |
| Turn the shit up man till you blow some speakers |
| When they are time our rhymes make them to believe us Hook: |
| If you’re sleeping on me I’ma sing you a lullaby |
| It’s all or nothing me this do or die |
| I’m committed I gotta get it this I will ride |
| If you will finish you’ll finish lane just get out my sight |
| You’re sleeping on me I’ma sing you a lullaby |
| It’s all or nothing me this do or die |
| I’m committed I gotta get it this side will ride |
| If you will finish you’ll finish lane just get out my sight |
| Keep your mother fucking distance give me room to breathe |
| Murder the boot every visit bitch I made you believe |
| My are is vivid my my lyrics are my heart on my sleeve |
| My airspeed and written at the free style we made you leave |
| Expose the world for what it is make a movie out of fake em see |
| Good things come to those who wait I’ve been waiting patiently |
| Expose rappers blankly at the top of the body placing me |
| I’m running to the money but I got this bitches chasin me Plus love callin for the limit cush you need to lay for me This hoe ass rapper I’ll hear they’re not to play with me Reach again the boy sublime yeah alive boys are loud |
| I say a lot means pounds and I ain’t never coming down |
| Quite smurcks face to face behind my baby talking down |
| Bumpin in the air like they wonder I don’t come around |
| Y’all some fucking clowns and once was lost but now I found you |
| You ain’t my folk you ain’t my rhyme that you rest upon it the ground |
| Yes you’re dancing none of the audience seven hancin |
| It make you rain tears from the unborn grandson |
| This generation to… boys watchin women objectifive |
| The world start thinking that it’s really like pussy poppin |
| And preteens work teams droppin |
| He not this first two… now you’re working flockin |
| The person to blame is dead and gone |
| The white politicians with secrets society tires to left behind |
| Music is so distorted everybody is an orphan |
| The ghost bust is raise me, now they got dorin |
| When parents stop carryin they sold start staring |
| The mother says no but the daughter ain’t hearin |
| Only you could stop hell fire you’re getting higher |
| The blunt burns and you think the people would expire |
| See people strange when you a stranger |
| A lullaby so yeah I could sleep the danger look |