Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SCHOENBERG, artist - Quadeca. Date of issue: 26.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
SCHOENBERG |
| Ayy, ayy |
| Yeah, yeah (Huh) |
| Yeah, what? |
| Yeah, what |
| Ayy, haha, haha! |
| What? |
| (Bitch!) |
| I’m on my own- |
| I’m on my own shit (Hold up) |
| I’m like, «Oh, shit!» |
| (Huh?) |
| Call me Schoenberg, lil' bitch, I’m on my own shit |
| (Uh huh! Bitch!) |
| I can’t fuck 'round wit' you, 'cause you a broke bitch (You broke! Bitch!) |
| Yeah, the label called and said they need some mo' hits (Woah! More!) |
| I said, «Fuck that, lil' bitch, I’m on my own shit» |
| (Yeah) |
| Diamonds on my hip, I need some mo' drip (Hahahaha!) |
| I got all these bitches on my own dick (Yeah!) |
| Me, myself, and I, we got our own clique (Yeah!) |
| «Check out my song!» |
| Nah, bitch, I won’t click (No!) |
| Everybody wanna get a piece of the pie |
| But I’m sorry, I don’t owe you shit (Haha!) |
| They think that I been schemin', I’ve been rollin' wit' the team, but |
| That is not the way I grow this shit (Yeah) |
| Got dropped in the water, when they thought that I would drown |
| They never thought I was supposed to swim (Yeah) |
| I lost friends to the water, lookin' down at everybody |
| They be watchin' wit' the coldest grin (Yeah!) |
| But ain’t no one as cold as him (Yeah!) |
| Don’t even got a chain to his name in the game |
| But nobody got more gold than him (Haha-ha!) |
| Nobody controllin' him (What?) |
| The Devil got a hold of him (Yeah) |
| Somebody please get me his damn phone number |
| Can somebody get a hold of him? |
| (Please!) |
| Can somebody get a hold of him? |
| I eat souls, |
| I be scoldin' them |
| I wake 'em up, like Folgers, |
| then (Brrr!) |
| You know how I roll like a boulder when |
| I go leave 'em all shook, like colder winds (What? Yeah) |
| Got it right on my hip, high noon (What?) |
| Got a five stack on top, haiku (Huh?) |
| You are not makin' no waves, bayou (Yeah) |
| Spittin' so hard, might crack my tooth (Yeah, yeah, huh?) |
| I be like, «Oh, shit!» |
| (Huh?) |
| I feel like Walt White, I’m cookin' up this dope shit (Walt! Ayy) |
| I got the drip now, and I think that she noticed |
| You try to ask for a feature, I’m like, «No, bitch!» |
| (Bitch, bitch!) |
| «Why he got horns on his head?» |
| 'Cause I’m the G.O.A.T., bitch! |
| Call me Schoenberg, lil' bitch, I’m on my own shit (Yeah! Ayy!) |
| I cannot fuck wit' you, you’s a broke bitch (Hahaha) |
| Yeah, the label called, they said they need some mo' hits (What?) |
| I said, «Fuck that, lil' b—» |
| Isn’t it beautiful? |
| Look at the world you once thought was a dream |
| All for you |
| All, all |
| All |
| (Ah!) |