Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Manslaughter, artist - Pop Smoke. Date of issue: 30.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Manslaughter |
| So how can I be anything I wanna be |
| If I die in my dreams? |
| Uh-huh |
| Heard you talkin' on my name |
| It’s gon' be a manslaughter or homicide |
| If you fuckin' with me or one of mines (RIP to the legend Smoke, uh) |
| It’s gon' be a manslaughter (Biggest) or homicide (May your name live forever, |
| baby) |
| If you fuckin' with me or one of mines (I felt you, yes) |
| (M-M-M-M-Ma) |
| So many problems I can kill with just a text |
| Not many barbers put a razor to my neck |
| So many fathers raised us heartless in the 'jects |
| So when it come to opps, murder I xpect |
| Pop Smoke gunshot, focused on on spot |
| White glove, dice game, Wilt Chamberlain on the block |
| The rain man, my stocks is one to watch |
| Carry a casket, a nigga carry some shots |
| Bomboclaat niggas in drop tops |
| I deserve to shine, labels turn to shrines |
| Still keepin' it real, every word and line |
| Can I freeze the watch? |
| You niggas burnin' time |
| It’s gon' be a manslaughter (Biggest) or homicide (RIP to the real) |
| If you fuckin' with me (May your name live forever, you hear me? |
| ) or one of mines (Lord) |
| It’s gon' be a manslaughter (Huh) or homicide |
| If you fuckin' with me or one of mines |
| Four-door, hitters in the back |
| Big body and it’s tinted black |
| Politickin', we ain’t into that |
| Smokin' opps 'til the clip end |
| Forty carats on my wrist, yeah |
| Me and Dread into liftin' |
| Me and Dread into liftin' |
| Four-door, hitters in the back |
| Big body and it’s tinted black |
| Politickin', we ain’t into that |
| Smoking opps 'til the clip end |
| Forty carats on my wrist, yeah |
| Me and Dread into liftin' |
| Me and Dread into liftin' |
| It’s gon' be a manslaughter or homicide |
| If you fuckin' with me or one of mines |
| It’s gon' be a manslaughter or homicide |
| If you fuckin' with me or one of mines |
| To my niggas, make sure your debts is paid |
| To my children make sure your bed get made |
| And to my girl, I’m missin' you these days |
| I’m missin' you these days |
| To my niggas, make sure your debts is paid |
| To my children make sure your bed get made |
| And to my girl, I’m missin' you these days |
| I’m missin' you these days |
| Funny how the worst shit, happens to the best of them |
| Ooh, na, na-na, na, na-na |
| Crazy how the best shit happen to the rest of them |
| Ooh, na, na-na, na, na-na |
| So how can I be anything (How can I be anything?) |
| I wanna be (I just wanna be, baby) |
| If I die (I just wanna be free) |
| In my dreams? |
| (Oh, oh, oh-woah, ooh woah) |
| Hey |
| Just wanna fly free |
| I just want to be me |
| I just want to live out all my dreams |
| Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah |
| Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |