Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Judge, artist - Lunar C. Album song Dirtbrain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lunar C
Song language: English
Can't Judge |
| Is it that, is it that time again? |
| Tipper Gang got the club jumping |
| One punch with me, got some rum in me |
| Now im drunk, I wanna hump something |
| Got a big mouth, no brown nosing |
| I’m an outspoken cheeky cunt |
| If i was you, i’d want to beat me up |
| And leave me out cold, like I’m sleeping rough |
| You’re not bad, you’re just acting tough |
| Talking all of that gangster stuff |
| You say you’re a killer, but no theres «no body» to back it up |
| With my fuck buddy, rolling up zoobies |
| Hit me in the chest, like Rick Flair |
| You said I can’t come hit it, if I can’t commit |
| Oh I see what you did there |
| All I rap about is needing money, weed and pussy, it’s all i know (All I know) |
| Trying to get the key to the city, like I’m importing coke |
| The finish-line is in my sights |
| 'Sno competition |
| I’m bored so, I’ll travel to the future like looper and beat myself to it like |
| a porno |
| Ha ha ha |
| I’ll be laughing, laughing all the way to the bank. |
| (to the, to the bank) |
| Woah woah wait, hold on, god damn |
| (god damn, god damn) |
| Can’t judge if you’ve never been where I am. |
| (where I am) |
| Everybody’s got to get it however they can |
| No pally-pally shit, the game is mad |
| When I get the crown they can’t take it back |
| They’ll have to wait until I die before I pass it on, like a PlayStation pad |
| Different day but the same shit |
| By now I should probably hate this town |
| Grown accustomed to the bullshit |
| Used to fuckery and I ain’t Chris Brown |
| I get so tired of being perfect |
| Sometimes I fuck up on purpose |
| Bear/bare with my like a Russian circus |
| I’ve been fuckin' working, stacking up these verses |
| Split the rays with my boy Minas |
| I know that they’re annoyed by us |
| We just came and took your shit |
| For the fun of it, we’re joy riders |
| (Jake, Jake) |
| Everybody’s gotta get it however they can |
| Now or never, power’s in your hands |
| Bow your head or stand proud and set the standard |
| If you aren’t from the struggle |
| Can’t knock the hustle |
| Hard not to crumble from the pressure |
| Do it for the groupies |
| Rap for head like turbans |
| I’m the best for certain |
| Big batti and a tiny waist |
| Clocked it when she bent down to tie her laces |
| I’ve been tryna hit, I’ve been waiting |
| Yeah that pussy’s gonna get annihilated |
| Growning up I weren’t a sneaker head |
| Never had the money when I needed crepes |
| Then I started shotting on my BMX |
| Then I stopped and started killin' beats instead |
| Ha ha ha |
| I’ll be laughing, laughing all the way to the bank. |
| (to the, to the bank) |
| Woah woah wait, hold on, god damn |
| (god damn, god damn) |
| Can’t judge if you’ve never been where I am. |
| (where I am) |
| Everybody’s got to get it however they can |