Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Olga (1984) , by - Rejjie Snow. Song from the album Rejovich, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Kaya Kaya
Song language: English
Olga (1984) |
| Oh god damn, we’re just having a good time |
| Just had to put my thoughts on a page |
| Oh yea, I’ve missed that big booty of yours tho' hahah |
| Let me rap it too you real quick tho' |
| Let me now what you’re saying |
| Sipping guinness’es, chillin' on the moon |
| Her name is fucking Luna, I’m the looney to the tune |
| Kissing on her neck, because she’s georgues |
| Flirting with her momma, 'cus her ass is so enourmos |
| The sweet endeavour and -, she’s bordering — on clever |
| — suffocated with that pussy, masturbated acapella |
| I mean mastucated, chewing on her pen |
| Spill the cereal, and smuggle magic |
| Mushrooms for the sex (for the sex) |
| I shed a tear with a beer |
| Limitations of the imitated, speak with no fear |
| Crack the bottle of the henny, spilling pennys |
| Cheers for the years, hate to see you leave, and don’t blame it on the beers |
| Over rated, emancipated by pissy fits |
| Smoochy and salubrious, bedazzled by his nigga lips |
| So bedazzled as he babbled out a weird slang |
| Speaking like a muffin as he muffled out the kid’s name |
| I’ll unplug and I’ll move like a fucking slug |
| And this flow with smuther your ears so I’m breaking them earplugs |
| And them cables getting distorted, I’m certain to unplug |
| Disposables and dug, can never wet that fuckin bed cus' daddy was a thug |
| Uncles that he never had 'cus crack over love |
| Beds full of bugs, bed bugs I’m a sucker for the drugs |
| But on the rag, moany as my grandad |
| While you was playing PlaySation, she was out in Baghdad |
| I’m done spitting I’m never preaching I’m sitting |
| And she’s licking on my body yeah she’s mimicking a kitten |
| But I’m hear to fucking conquer, predicaments of mayans |
| And I’m crying to my self esteem, is heaven gonna prosper? |
| I built this city raw like I was chewing on a Stanley Blade |
| Evade with the hope crushing the city on a renegade |
| And stomping on his tippy toes and running til the priest say |
| Our only lord and saviour was a nigga |
| Jerusalem was Africa until they came and pillaged |
| Picking out the beauty in the queens |
| Taking all the kings, tying them in chains |
| Taking all my money, and making me a slave |
| I bear witness to this testament of grief |
| Analogies and ullitgies cus' everything is bleak |
| God’s always telling me to contemplate and concentrate |
| And illustrate my inner hate |
| Simile’s that asimulate |
| Commiserate upon the misery of getting cream |
| Flirting with the queen, oops I mean Eve |
| Cause She was always nagging bout' an apple in a tree |
| Imagine if the bible said Adam, not Eve |
| But Steve, would — |
| And I like them girls raw, always bordering a freak |
| And I like my steaks bloody raw, leaking on the meat |
| And them black bitches twerking on my pee pee for a tweet |
| And a pig with a severed head, hanging by his feet |
| Like a negro, back in 1923 |
| But the spades in my daggers, stabbing apples from my tree |
| And don’t blame it on the beers, but cheers |
| All I wanna do is shed a tear |
| And don’t blame it on the beers, but cheers |
| All I wanna do is shed a tear |
| And don’t blame it on the beers |
| All I wanna do is shed a tear |
| And don’t blame it on the beers, but cheers |
| All I wanna do is shed a tear |