Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ignorant Genius, artist - Q-Unique. Album song The Mechanic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capital Q
Song language: English
Ignorant Genius |
| Knock you out, nigga, with the shootout I use your force, chill |
| «How this white boy get away with saying nigga?» |
| Cause this white boy ain’t a white boy, go figure (motherfucker) |
| I smack rappers out of Jivenchy (pop!) |
| That body from still haunts me (facts) |
| That’s why I keep the gat in arms reach |
| She was a little, nigga, I was fucking your auntie (nigga, huh) |
| This little niggas can’t harm me, uh (you don’t remember I was walking through |
| your crib with my dick out, nigga?) |
| Yeah, fuck outta here |
| Who the fuck said I’m done, nigga? |
| (yeah) |
| I go to clubs to fight with the bounce, that’s fun nigga |
| Just finished with your girl, you’re a cum getter (condom) |
| Fuck outta my face with them vans, you bum nigga |
| My girls' ex just died in a bike accident (fuck your lyfe) |
| Well, that’s one less nigga, I gotta smack her shit (blaow) |
| It’s all about money, let’s get back to it |
| I said back, but I ain’t never went away from it |
| Rock you in a cheap bone, watch your face plum in |
| You bent over and delicate, I’m straight rugged |
| You chow dirt with a blow out and a great mullet |
| Fuck your love, welcome to the hate summit |
| The balance of demons and Jesus, give you the grievous |
| Gorilla, Capital, ignorant genius |
| I got a sick shooter, the clip boomer, loosin on it |
| Intruder, the skin bruiser, you can never win, loser |
| Yo, let me get a filly |
| Caught a water in the Wall Street Journal, ignorant genius shit |
| This is ignorance at it’s finest, mindless entertainment |
| Fire nines, shatter your spine and then you’re brainless |
| Nameless assassins take a name of your captain |
| No shame or compassion, the flame is just blastin' |
| Gather and drip saliva red, leave 'em bleeding dead |
| On the hunt for and beat 'em dead |
| On the blacklist daily, from smackin' his Daisy |
| Consider back pedallin', I’m batshit crazy |
| As if a psycho was holding a ball made of guano |
| Giovanni playing on bango |
| My brain is all shuffled |
| I bought off an octagon shaped cage and engaged in a scuffel |
| I say my cranium’s a goner |
| Andy Serkis smugglin' vibranium out of Wakanda |
| Ya heard? |
| I don’t need you to cosign |
| My clique is stampede through your streets like a horde of |
| And I’m a cool mind |