Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gibberish, artist - NEFFEX. Date of issue: 09.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gibberish |
| Since day one I’ve been getting it |
| I ain’t spitting gibberish |
| I just spit the realest shit |
| That’s why they can feel my shit |
| Yuh, and I’m limitless |
| Run it like a business |
| I ain’t leaving witnesses |
| I just keep on getting it |
| Yuh, so meticulous |
| Spitting out these images |
| Traveling these distances |
| Just so I can win it big |
| Yuh, and they feeling it |
| I just keep on dealing it |
| Jack pot, stealing it |
| Haven’t hit the ceiling yet |
| Yo, it’s the chronicle |
| Lick it like a popsicle |
| Everything is comical |
| Nothing left is logical |
| Yeah, biological |
| Maybe diabolical |
| They say psychological |
| That don’t mean I’ma stop it, no |
| Yuh, economical |
| Thinking technological |
| Thinking philosophical |
| Drinking like an animal |
| And writing shit that’s flammable |
| Writing shit that’s tangible |
| Writing hits like, damn, that flow |
| They eat 'em up like cannibals |
| Spit just like a fighter |
| I’ma spit just like a cypher |
| You can call me MacGyver |
| 'cause I’m winning, spitting fire |
| Making hits, I ain’t tired |
| And this life got me inspired |
| Man, this caffeine got me wired |
| I’m gon' take what I desire |
| If you with us, then you hired |
| Against us, then you fired |
| Dedication is required |
| As I’m rising up, get higher |
| Man, the view is getting nicer |
| Like a girl, oh man, I like her |
| Always felt like an outsider |
| Now my reach is getting wider |
| I hit 'em with a little bit of this and a little bit of that |
| And a little bit of tricks and a little bit of tracks |
| And I wanna get a little bit up in the middle when you hit 'em |
| With a lil' jingle like a baseball bat |
| She wanna mingle this and that |
| She said she single, that’s a fact |
| Sending signals here and back |
| She said that she loves my track |
| I leave and she follow |
| All up in my condo |
| Take it off pronto |
| Assisting like I’m Rondo |
| Uh, baby, Congo |
| Encore bravo |
| Fold you like a taco |
| I blast off Apollo |
| And I’m nasty |
| Can’t get nothing past me |
| Dirty like the backseat |
| Got a question, ask me |
| Uh, ever lasting |
| You know that I’m passing |
| All these boys I’m waxing |
| My flow got 'em collapsing |
| I been setting records, boy |
| You can call me Guinness |
| Spitting flow like a cancer |
| Some call it a sickness |
| And I got all the answers |
| Baby, come and get it |
| Yeah, she said she ia a dancer |
| Wants me as a witness |
| One wish, yeah, I grant her |
| I’m the best she getting |
| She can call me commander |
| 'cause she better listen |
| I’m just playing, this is banter |
| She likes when I’m spitting |
| She said, I’m like a panther |
| 'cause I’m always winning, yeah |