Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Started , by - Moss. Song from the album Started, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.04.2015
Record label: MoSS Appeal
Song language: English
Started |
| Uh, yeah, uh |
| Joe Jeter’s finest |
| It’s what they wanted right? |
| Okay, okay |
| No need to remind em, look they can’t find em |
| Haters can’t line em, labels can’t sign em |
| Chicks wanna suck on dick but he decline em |
| School wouldn’t want two June to realign em |
| Redesign em, pleasure and pan rock bottom |
| Reign laced we damn straight out the same asylum |
| God’s favourite, spit a few bars to play with |
| New cause is the basics |
| Moving stars through the matrix |
| Who lie, who lie, bring the greens and bravos |
| We done seen the cycle |
| Give these feigns some agua |
| At the Bugatta, just a hoe and you chilling |
| It’s your boy in the building |
| I’m back with coordinated killing |
| Damned for a dog, pulled around with a snout |
| Getting her to to show him love |
| Outta town in them clubs |
| Hands faded, no offence, I am the greatest |
| First thing all the ladies mention me with the majors, majors |
| Yep, tell you once but won’t tell you twice |
| Like my man AZ said, everything goes up |
| Mention us with the majors |
| My man MoSS on the beat |
| Let’s you know it’s all real |
| That’s why we keep doing it big |
| No small things around us, that’s how we started |
| Can’t forget that, I’m a give you an example |
| Now we have Joe Budden, showing up |
| What you gon' do? |
| Talk to em |
| Bet that, talk to em then |
| At the drop o' one dime |
| No bread, one crime |
| Blue suits, side rims, so that’s one time |
| Nick Cannon run wild |
| Fuck a con, but you going for a punchline |
| Watch sunshine |
| Sacrifice winning with somber on your mind |
| Ain’t looking cause I don’t wanna wonder what I find |
| My head’s to the wall, shades off, I’m a head to the fall |
| Lil' nigga, if you scared get a door |
| Eyes well running, slash in the room running |
| Whole friend footed like we just keep it a hunnid |
| Steady fasting, ride the coupe or you gon' plummet |
| It come with the territory |
| Get rid of your weak stomach |
| Fuck man, fuck man, fuck man |
| Okay, okay, okay |
| My man MoSS on the beat |
| But look, look, look |
| Look, look, look |