Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sweaters, artist - Nacho Picasso. Album song For the Glory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nacho
Song language: English
Sweaters |
No 9−5, fuck the funny wages |
Plus I’m inked up like the fucking funny pages |
And when I’m geeked up I be making funny faces |
We be paper chasing meet me at the money races |
No niggas on the dollar so I think my money’s racist |
I blow it all on tats so I think my moneys tasteless |
My body is a timeline, my face is something ageless |
My tats is like fine wine, your tats is something tasteless |
Ten hour back tat I’m awfully sore |
Show your whore, rub it in like aquafor |
This a tattoo parlor not a tattoo store |
Get a hundred tats then I add two more |
I increase the peace just to add to war |
I’m masterpiece in Jordan IV’s |
Paper made ink pours inside my pores |
I’m black like the moors, but I act like the doors |
There’s is cool, but ours is better |
They got sleeves guess we got sweaters |
I’m a masterpiece, he just lines and letters |
Me I change my skin like I’m Hannibal Lector |
Catching up to Nacho, nigga fat chance |
I been getting tatted, you just blew your advance |
I’m feeling like Nirvana, tattoo’s on my hand |
We been wearing flannels, putting stamps on our tramps |
In my city with these tats, I’m the tramp to a yamp |
Got a vulture on my neck, and a shootout on my back |
Niggas moving elbows like an on block attack |
Nacho be so fly call it launch pad mcQuack |
Ink spots on my body like a Rorschack test |
Body marked up, yeah, like a fourth grade desk |
In the northwest, like a NorthFace fest |
Your girl asks if I want, more face? |
Yes |
Now I look like a coloring book |
Fly as Peter Pan now her phones off the hook |
If it was a color you could color me crook |
Chicks tryna read my tats like a little black book |