Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song D.L.F, artist - Pf CuttinDate of issue: 27.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
D.L.F |
| Ungodly, a main heathen |
| The lead to the ham n egger, Bobby the Brain Heenan |
| Dead you and your man endeavors robbery brain’s beat in |
| Remember me, P, Sean is the main reason |
| Cross my heart, hope to die |
| Smoke a guy, coroner will bow your tie |
| Looking like the Nation of Islam |
| I’m crooked, slice your face to a jigsaw |
| Zip up your lip paw |
| Understand Sean is the shit paw |
| El Duque, Tuesday with a zip car |
| The best rapper you never heard about |
| But the word is out that Sean is about to turn it out |
| Shooting bars is the plan |
| Or sellling some coke to folks, superstar Billy Graham |
| P, nobody can rap better |
| The black leather goose down, pound in the black sweater |
| Pardon my cockiness, hotter than the obvious |
| I ain’t got to say too much, leave it to my lobbyist |
| I want pieces of everything like a Communist |
| I will never stop 'til I reach my fucking accomplishments |
| I’m cool like I’m hot food with the condiments |
| Niggas' baby mommas want Monday in they esophagus |
| You ain’t got to give me my propers for all my properness |
| The populace feel me regardless if I’m anonymous |
| A powerful pusher, my paragraphs prowess |
| Pack punches harder than pistols and paralyze cowards |
| Foul marijuana be the loudest |
| Defcon the page in a rage 'til I crumble the freedom towers |
| Head up in the clouds, feet up in the lawn chair |
| Feeling like a king and I don’t see no Lebrons here |
| Peezy you know there’s nothing you know to compare |
| Bad man bully you fully don’t want a wrong here |
| I hear you square niggas fucking around, I got around |
| But the only ring is a ding coming off the pound |
| I’m on point like syringes for the digits |
| Open and shut case, a snitch is the hinges |
| Yeah, bar gator devour haters |
| Cause all you weak-hearted and look at your pace maker |
| Water based, see through 'em like women lace |
| Pick a pace, I run through 'em like Castle burgers and shakes |
| Good feel, raw lines like fish scale |
| Out of control on the track, I fish tail |
| Catch me on some 'Lo shit, I get fly |
| But if I’m calling you out on your shit don’t get fly |
| Whenever I drew it was noble like Ali |
| Don’t get your head twisted thinking everything is irie |
| Yeah, they feeding into the hype |
| Cause NY Radioshack stereotypes, ya faggots |
| I’m a drug dealer’s nightmare |
| Pick up my coke weighing fish scale |
| Million dollar wrist wear when I spit it, it skip gears |
| High like the death chair, you die with your nurse here |
| Shit, I’m off the ropes, call me Ric Flair |
| Your bitch mouth, use it as a day care |
| This my park, can’t play here |
| Your talking real loud now that jake’s here |
| This shit on my hip’ll lay a lion down and a bear |
| Facts |
| This is beautiful, what is that, velvet? |