Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grace Alek Naomi, artist - LE1F. Album song Riot Boi, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 12.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Terrible, XL
Song language: English
Grace Alek Naomi |
I’m kinda like Jordans, you cannot afford them |
You tellin' me that you liked my album but you copped it on a torrent |
These sucker hoes is boring, don’t come for my fortune |
Cause I’m not letting you in, not unless you got warrants |
I’m not here taking friend requests and we ain’t companions |
Fake acting like you know me just to hop on the caravan |
Not here for shenanigans, I been on what’s happening |
No new kids in my household, y’all hoes is my grandchillin' |
You could act Hollywood, bitch, I’m from Manhattan |
I got homies out in Hackney Wick picking me up from Paddington |
Me all «walk like a champion, and talk like a champion» |
Little one, I’m a veteran, why you riding my bandwagon? |
Survey says I’m Grace Jones |
Survey says Naomi |
It’s my first time to your country |
How does everybody know me? |
The blacker the berry, the sweetest juiciest only |
I’m looking so Lupita, Grace, Alek or Naomi |
Grace, Alek or Naomi, Grace, Alek or Naomi |
I’m looking so Lupita, Grace, Alek or Naomi |
Deng da Deng da dang, I’m doing my thang |
I’m looking so Lupita, Grace, Alek or Naomi |
You still out here fucking with them fuckboys? |
Fuck you, nigga, I fuck boys |
Y’all still runnin y’all mouths? |
Y’all laymans make noise |
I make noise and all it gets me is great poise |
I get mines, don’t get mines, go get yours |
I came for it, I’m not the one that you send for |
I fast forward the fashions, you’re wearing last fall |
You cornball, I’m serial; |
I crack codes |
With a undertone hella boysenberry |
And I would never do a day in penitentiary |
Y’all kids going soft like Martinelli’s |
You can go and ask your sensei, I’m legendary |
I’m jiggy and i’m spicy, so these gully niggas don’t like me |
But it’s highly likely that I don’t give a fuck |
Like potholes on the sidewalk, I strut right over you |
Cracks in the concrete, break your back, mommy, pop it |
Survey says I’m Grace Jones |
Survey says Naomi |
It’s my first time to your country |
How does everybody know me? |
The blacker the berry, the sweetest juiciest only |
I’m looking so Lupita, Grace, Alek or Naomi |
Grace, Alek or Naomi, Grace, Alek or Naomi |
I’m looking so Lupita, Grace, Alek or Naomi |
Deng da Deng da dang, I’m doing my thang |
I’m looking so Lupita, Grace, Alek or Naomi |
Ooh la la, I’m feelin free. |
Watch the sway |
I got about a hundred bangers in my LV dossier |
Every time I leave the country I come back with 20k |
Like, at least, bitch, I breeze like leaves, get it? |
I’m in the deli gettin $ 7 sandwiches |
My room’s a mess cause designers keep on giving me gifts |
Oh, you niggas is fashion now? |
Well I’m the fashionest |
I think I need a 2nd bedroom just for these outfits |
Killing you niggas with kindness, shading you niggas, same timing |
All of my homies is verified cuz all my homies is grinding |
All of these girls is jetset like nobody’s back on that island |
And these basic cable bitches be watching, staring and sighing |
I’m the bati, the banjee, the banjee, the carry |
I’m the carrier dandy, the dad of the family |
I’m the faggot they stan or they don’t understand it |
I run with the posse and I band with the bandits |