Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Borsalino, artist - MZ Boom Bap.
Date of issue: 04.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Borsalino |
Its high, predicamental |
Feeling strong when the sky getting torn up |
This mind is richer than pride |
If I die |
Know I was young soldier |
Its high predicamental |
Feeling strong when the sky getting torn up |
It shines when midnight is time |
If I die then the second eye |
Of moon shall watch over me |
Bust it |
Crush it, cuss it dust it |
Yo style is rubbish |
Brother, you gon' need to watch |
What this child gon publish |
Ruggish, hunnid instrumentals Im budging |
Trusting nobody on sublets |
Who faking jaxx on a budget |
I stalk the public |
On my stubbornness ish |
Who got the rock |
Who staying humble, in this shit |
Most niggas go with the flick |
Slitting they wrist when they flip |
Fake niggas holla |
On zones, no shit |
On flip phones, they trynna get into ya home |
I dug my bone deep beneath |
Of the feet you harbor |
Searching for my soul |
I’ms till breathing right thru this armor |
My father I keep on going harder |
A king who farmer |
Not an informer but former |
Performer who not from california |
Swiss blooded |
Inhaling right off a doobie |
Yet I get the looks |
Cause the African blood run thru me |
My heart pump a flu me numb |
Heating up like aluminum |
Who crew you run? |
Confidants mixing booze |
With a shooter gun |
Its high, predicamental |
Feeling strong when the sky getting torn up |
This mind is richer than pride |
If I die |
Know I was young soldier |
Its high predicamental |
Feeling strong when the sky getting torn up |
It shines when midnight is time |
If I die then the second eye |
Of moon shall watch over me |
I rock the treble and bass |
Yo check the middle function |
Gusting the dust off |
With filthy face on the funk when |
We stomping |
When the spell hits |
I’m speaking fists |
My style flips, forever farewell |
When setting dibs |
It getting mixed in the circle |
We form a whole new triangle |
My confidants and I know to handle |
We making moves, ready |
Up in casinos |
Wearing fancy yellow chinos |
Rock a fly fedora by Borsalino |
Drinking a cappuccino |
My style be lethal |
Most niggas try to repeat |
But what comes around |
Goes around |
So keep ya old recepits |
The spitter of hordes of flames |
Watch me burn em in flames |
If living in hideous |
And in irreversible choices I’d go insane |
They getting slain |
When fucking it up on aim |
You get it right or get it wrong |
My nigga that is the game |
So gimme the mic |
And lemme give you the sword |
Sticking it into your cords |
Crushing heaviest of matter |
With metaphors |
Of course |
It’s time |
Its high, predicamental |
Feeling strong when the sky getting torn up |
This mind is richer than pride |
If I die |
Know I was young soldier |
Its high predicamental |
Feeling strong when the sky getting torn up |
It shines when midnight is time |
If I die then the second eye |
Of moon shall watch over me |