Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wakedafucup , by - Onyx. Song from the album Wakedafucup, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |