Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anime Bae, artist - Nacho Picasso. Album song AntiHero, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SRFSCHL
Song language: English
Anime Bae |
| Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face |
| Don’t you say it to my face, It’ll be another case |
| Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face |
| Don’t you say it to my face, It’ll be another case |
| Her momma don’t like me cause my motherfuckin' head tats |
| She think I’m goth because I’m always wearin' jet black |
| These silly bitches wanna gossip bout my eggplant |
| I pay the cops to be the boss now where my bread at? |
| All these pussy niggas hate me? |
| Forget that |
| You found dead at the same place you stay bout |
| Where my head at, I’m supposed to be a rap star |
| These niggas coke dicks, they only try to act hard |
| I go in her good, I go in her good, nah |
| You’ll bleed all your fluid |
| Young niggas’ll pull it |
| They’ll do it to do it |
| Them niggas act foolish, you might want to cool it |
| Them niggas act stupid, they move in a unit |
| You wanna fear one but you’re not gonna shoot it |
| Beyond that Gucci some holler at the moon shit |
| I am a sensei and you are the student |
| Me I influence and you are influenced |
| My business is boomin', my cd in ruin |
| My mistress might move in |
| My bitches do shrooms and |
| My bitches exotic, Hawaiian and Cuban |
| But she is no angel and I am no human |
| Strapped like the Ewings like Westbrook I’m shootin' |
| You think I’m gluten |
| You best keep scootin' |
| You best keep movin' my witches are brewin' |
| Bitches is brewin' man, bitches is brewin' man |
| Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face |
| Don’t you say it to my face, It’ll be another case |
| Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face |
| Don’t you say it to my face, It’ll be another case |
| Her daddy don’t like me he a motherfuckin' dead beat |
| If it was up to me, I’d get his fuckin' head beat |
| But I do yoga now and just stopped eating red meat |
| I’ll wake his daughter up and fuck her out her dead sleep |
| Niggas tryna to test my patience, I ain’t got none |
| You want me to give a fuck? |
| You shoulda brought some |
| If I’m lookin' like a lick, well I’m not one |
| It’ll be a cold day in hell, you’ll catch a hot one |
| An AA with an AK |
| Player play, me no jk |
| The AK with the pay pay |
| In Texas like I’m JJ |
| Watt |
| Thots, I got lots |
| Cruella Deville, I got spots |
| You run of the mill and I’m not |
| I’ll run up the bill in your spot |
| I’ll roll up a bill and sniff yoff |
| I’ll go for a pill and get chopped |
| I’m king of the hill, you’ll be a clock |
| Blood on the floor, you’ll get mopped |
| Hop on my (?) you’ll get cropped |
| Hop on my dick, I mean cock |
| Cut off my hip, you get popped |
| You don’t wanna die for hip hop |
| Well do you? |
| Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face |
| Don’t you say it to my face? |
| It’ll be another case |
| Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face |
| Don’t you say it to my face? |
| It’ll be another case |
| My bae look like anime |
| Sailor Moon off a gram of yay |
| Cartoons on a saturday |
| Grand Monet in the family |
| Pop shrooms at a cabaret |
| Woke up in a magnet |
| Kick it like I’m family |
| Get it like (?) |
| A-riba, a-riba |
| Smoke cheap by my reefer |
| Cost franklins, Aretha |
| I need her, I need her |
| Your re-up my sneakers, I bake 'er, Anita |
| I could never ever bust in her |
| I could never ever trust in her |
| I could never be in love with her |
| I can’t even share my drugs with her |