Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 44 More, artist - Logic. Album song Bobby Tarantino II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
44 More |
Ayy, bitch I been goin' and goin' like the Energizer |
Yeah, I’m supplyin' the wood like Elijah |
In the cut, smokin' on indica |
Might fuck around and compartmentalize ya |
They say, they say life is a bitch and if that is the case then I’m finna |
surprise her |
No, I am not an adviser, but I do advise you to pay attention |
Never need to mention, I’m that motherfucker bustin' heads |
Finna push it to the ledge |
Yeah, I’ve been smokin' my meds |
Ain’t got no love for the feds |
Can’t let fame go to your head |
Fuck with me, watch where you tread |
I’m finna kill it instead |
I’m finna, I’m finna, I’m finna |
I will, I will do like I’ve never done it |
And I wanna run it and I wanna keep it goin' and goin' |
Like infinity, be the only entity to ever rip it apart |
From the start like this, from the heart like this |
Finna murder it, a million miles and there ain’t no nitrous |
Doin' righteous |
I-I been, I-I-I been down this road before |
Everybody think that they do but they don’t |
Swear to God that they would but they won’t |
Spittin' riddles in the middle of a past-time |
Me in my mind, feelin' divine, like yeah |
Finna get it like yeah, yeah, like yeah, like yeah (woo, woo, woo, woo) |
I done made 20 million dollars (preach!) |
I don’t flex to be acknowledged (preach!) |
At this point it’s common knowledge (preach!) |
All you haters been abolished (preach!) |
You in the club throwin' dollars, but I’m savin' mine so my kids go to college |
(preach!) |
Or maybe whatever they wanna do (preach!) |
Just as long as they never say (preach!) |
«Daddy blew 20 million dollars (ayy) |
He had to flex to be acknowledged (ayy) |
He in the club throwin' dollars and now cannot afford to send me to college |
(ayy) |
Daddy just wanna be loved, just like everybody wanna be accepted (ayy) |
But somehow he had neglected me and my momma for all of this rap shit"(ayy) |
No, I cannot fuck with that shit (ayy) |
No, I cannot fuck with that |
Who you know dropped the album back to back to back to back to back to back |
again? |
I’m back again to snap again and goddamnit, it ain’t no other way around it |
Yeah, it’s happenin' 'cause I’ve been livin' in a world on my own |
Leave me alone, I’m in the zone where I’ve been prone to destroy shit |
You cannot avoid this |
Wack mothafuckas have annoyed this |
Yes, you know I enjoy this |
Preach, mothafuckin' preach |
Yeah I’m tryna reach everybody in the streets, puttin' words to the beats |
Each one teach one, yeah I’m tryna reach one |
Who the beast one? |
That be me, I’m the pride to the East one |
Tell me how you really wanna do it right now, time to murder this |
Shout out everybody, no fuckin' around, ain’t heard of this |
Heard of us, we ain’t goin' nowhere, it’s a herd of us |
Hold up, roll up |
Levitated like I’m David Blaine |
Livin' a dream like I’m David Aames |
Talk all you want, we are not the same |
Step in the spot, now they know the name |
Sold more albums my first week than Harry Styles and Katy Perry |
If that ain’t a sign of the times then I don’t know what is, man this shit is |
scary |
'Cause bitch, I’ve been blowin' up like C-4 |
And I’m 3 for 3 like a free throw |
Anybody hatin' on the boy |
Take a step back and then deepthroat |
Now my phone blowin' up like ring |
Like ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring! |
That Kevin Durant, I’m a champion |
Check the numbers, I’m a champion |
Can’t sleep on the boy anymore, but the haters that love to hate gon' pop an |
Ambien |
Star Lord, champion |
Know the name, now they know the alias, that’s for sure |
Gave 'em 44, now here’s 44 more |