Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Internet, artist - Lil Dude. Date of issue: 08.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Internet |
| It’s Funke |
| Smoove, what’s good baby? |
| Man oh man, you should see all the kinds of friends we’ve got here at Foster’s |
| Yeah |
| Nigga playin' games with they life |
| We ain’t playin' games with them pipes |
| Duck off for a night |
| These niggas playin' with they life |
| And you gon' hear them shots every fuckin' night |
| If a nigga play with mine, then I’m slidin' that night |
| These niggas talkin' on the internet |
| And I ain’t really into that |
| The shot went off at them niggas' backboard |
| Goin' down like some Newports |
| In the drop, cut the coupe everywhere I go |
| Got a nigga goin' down just like Texaco |
| Watch the news, you don’t know who next to go |
| Put that stick with you, nigga that’s just for talkin' slow |
| Put that stick with you, nigga that’s just for lettin' them know |
| Ride around town with a new |
| Ride around town with your boo |
| It ain’t nothin' to a nigga like me |
| These niggas, they hatin' on a nigga like me |
| Put that four-five on me, then I’m going riding |
| Said I don’t trust no one, thirty be with me |
| I just be with gang, they just be with three |
| Or more, chopper clique |
| Ain’t no tellin' who these niggas rollin' with |
| Nigga playin' games with they life |
| We ain’t playin' games with them pipes |
| Duck off for a night |
| These niggas playin' with they life |
| And you gon' hear them shots every fuckin' night |
| If a nigga play with mine, then I’m slidin' that night |
| These niggas talkin' on the internet |
| And I ain’t really into that |
| The shot went off at them niggas' backboard |
| Goin' down like some Newports |
| In the drop, cut the coupe everywhere I go |
| Got a nigga goin' down just like Texaco |
| They act like this a sport, no, dick-riding not no sport |
| Got a Glock on me, I’m hoppin' out of SRT’s and sport |
| Nigga don’t play me, you’ll get torched |
| You know how we comin' |
| You know how we bomin' |
| From the porch, you know how we comin' |
| Niggas bringing torches |
| Sit way, way back |
| Free my gang, need a ten 'cause ten lightweight |
| Remember rap, did this shit just like twice a day |
| Had to turn up on some niggas 'cause they made mistakes |
| I ain’t worried 'bout none of these lil' niggas 'cause they all got a day |
| Ain’t worried 'bout none of these lil' niggas 'cause they ain’t let it spray |
| How could you tell on your army? Mind you, which one that murdered three |
| Couple people switched up on me but that shit not in my way |
| 'Cause I gotta get this guap, nigga, yeah I gotta get this cake |
| If a nigga don’t get out my way then he gon' get shot in his face |
| A nigga get an opportunity 'cause we direct |
| We gon' send him six feet deep, even when we sleepin' fish to that |
| Nigga playin' games with they life |
| We ain’t playin' games with them pipes |
| Duck off for a night |
| These niggas playin' with they life |
| And you gon' hear them shots every fuckin' night |
| If a nigga play with mine, then I’m slidin' that night |
| These niggas talkin' on the internet |
| And I ain’t really into that |
| The shot went off at them niggas' backboard |
| Goin' down like some Newports |
| In the drop, cut the coupe everywhere I go |
| Got a nigga goin' down just like Texaco |