Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song wrap music, artist - Lil Darkie. Album song THIS DOES NOT EXIST, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: lil darkie
Song language: English
wrap music |
Put your mind to it and do it, the fluid stewin' |
Better stir it 'fore it’s ruined, goodness sake |
Ain’t no more leaves in the trees, hood is raked but I’m baked |
Because I got it imported, where they make it at? |
I hear the bacon splat, you know we takin' that back home |
I put the chrome to the front of your dome and say |
«Please stop littering and jittering so much» |
With a finger I could touch on the trigger like the clutch |
Switch gears, ditch peers that be rollin' up a Dutch |
Ho, you must be retarded, throwing gas up in the flavorin' |
Savorin' it much? |
I’m behaving like a rapper |
Wrap a wrapper 'round the crutch, raw paper that I’m favorin' |
Rap music and if it slaps, choose it |
If you a fruit bruisin' that mean you shoot twos in |
And never threes, nigga, be with my G’s, nigga |
You fall from trees that probably swarming with bees, nigga |
Uh, sometimes I forget that every blunt is different |
And every hit I take I should be livin' in, but I be stressin' |
Absent minded, I keep the rats from findin' out |
Where all my cheese is hidin', I keep it wrapped in bindin' |
But then I realize everything has passed me by |
And stressin' out has left me worried 'bout your last reply |
I have to power through and overcome myself, defy the odds |
Bitch, I like a challenge, so I might be finding Oz |
In another life I’d be a bad bitch, savage |
Cooking up some cabbage you can ravage |
Nigga, eat up and kick ya feet up, recline ya seat up |
Holder colder with the ice inside it, I’m enticing, unsurprising |
In another life I’d be a big man, cig hand |
Puffin' on tobacco while I dig mad graves |
Killin' shit and fillin' it with stuffin', hella rough for nothin' |
But the huffin' odor pleasant, eat a pheasant like a peasant kinging |
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Tell 'em, wendigo) |
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (That's right, bitch) |
Sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha |
Sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha |
Wild west sickening, yuh, I ended up 'round here |
Down here, other side of town, we’re |
Not for the bickering, we be lookin' at the road |
Where we go, you ain’t care enough to know |
And the plot more than thickenin', write a story, let it go |
That’s a mandatory no, foes |
Outside and lookin' in, or maybe in and lookin' out |
Be a sinner, that’s a route, nigga, shout |
That’s a wrap |
Tell 'em, wendigo |
Hit it, baby, that’s a wrap |