Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wakedafucup, artist - Onyx. Album song Wakedafucup, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.03.2014
Record label: Mad Money
Song language: English
Wakedafucup |
Niggas sleepin' better, wake the fuck up! |
This weed habit, drink the fuck up! |
Bloody murder, you get ate the fuck up! |
Your whole crew, we will break the fuck up! |
You better than us |
The fuck will spark the East coast up, oh shit |
The fuckin' beast woke up, from this deep sleep |
Niggas is borin', fucking all these weak beast |
The beast was snorin', now the beast is hungry |
Stomac is growlin' nigga and such |
And now it’s stock in the |
Motherfucker is smilin', but nobody smilin' |
‘cause where I’m from, motherfuckers niggas we wallin' |
And the wolves be howling |
Mines be golden, cars be stolen |
We’re coming out the gutter, like fucker we bowlin' |
The shit that I’m holding |
Niggas talk shit, put the 50 and call in |
Oh shit, you don’t woke up the monster |
I smell rappers, no wonder |
It’s obvious, you gotta to, Booh! |
And now these rappers are (Booh!) |
You call her fool like a bitch |
Lala you signin' and dancin', you bitch! |
You need to loosen up your clowd nigga |
And leave the dance to them hoes nigga |
Hip-hop started out on the block |
I fall asleep at the wheel, then shit crashed and it popped |
When I speak, the hood got the ears up spark |
And I’mma leave my walker |
You gotta it with the odds |
Bitches you know |
Nigga you know Am I wrong?, hip hop need a face lift |
And we better face than the man that face the |
Blades and nunchucks |
Blaze and gun shots |
When I’m done they can rake their guts up (motherfucker) |
This heat turn your face to slush pop |
Right to hell, this is satan’s bus stop |
Got a hot bitch cuffed-up |
Take the drugs, love |
You get raped and butt fucked |
I snort speed then wake I the fuck up |
Kind of off topic but hey |
I’m somewhat crazed and drunk off |
You makin' rum shots |
White boy’s cables cut off |
Angels dust drops, how that taste? |
D.O.D. |
mad face, pros case |
Niggas got no taste, but when I’m looking that fuckers in the figures |
We hard body karate, Killuminati niggas |
I’m a, hip-hop we deliver |
You niggas pop so I’ll pop and I’ll shine you liver |
Try to copy what I gotta no copy you chop |
Niggas they clamin' they heartless, we put 2 on yo' mama' (Braw, Braw) |
Brain stickin in your head that it looks like pasta |
Ain’t speaking Christian you dead on the floor, an imposter |
See I’m obsessed with this sport |
Less than I’m core |
Reppin' with the Onyx, Niggas back with the force |
We back in this war, we back in, of course |
So all ya' boot legged nigga get yo' ass to the store (raw) |
You’re sleeping, bed is burning |
Keep sleeping, bed is burning Keep sleeping, keep sleeping |
Keep sleeping, bed is burning Keep sleeping, keep sleeping |