Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snakes, artist - Reks. Album song Eyes Watching God, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Brick
Song language: English
Snakes |
Take a second to talk about snakes, man |
Slithering around and shit |
What’s love got to do with it |
Word to Tina |
Your own team will leave ya hangin from the popeless |
Kick the chair, roped up |
Tied aroun the throat |
Pump 40 in your gut |
Audiences love witnessing your downfall |
Fake fags, snakes |
They bail ya only for tha |
Hoping to scrape crumbs offa tha plate |
Hey listen, I ain’t bitchin |
Just mentionin the snakes slithering |
Killer gets women in shark waters |
A dark feelin in your belly, awful thoughts of |
Cuttin em off, would you let them tag along |
Addin on to the stress level, the saddest song |
Had your palms open and open arms when you need no response |
When you bleed they be gone |
The strong let loose losers |
Who abuse the truth in your ways |
Poison in the air, the venom in the veins, snakes |
Look em in the eyes you see snakes |
Keep shootin to the sky, it’s okay |
Got my thirty open on a nigga |
Focused on the picture |
Snake, this is snake slither |
Smiling faces, high evil traces |
Facetious, racist, misogynistic haters |
With you on capers |
Get caught in snitch, wanna break us |
Cause they don’t wanna wake up |
Gettin time, caged up |
Got my mind made up |
Jewels a la Jacob |
Fools wanna take up, my time |
Hate up, my mind make ya envious playa |
Enemies say a praya |
God bless |
May I rest under 6 layers |
I wish greater success cater to ya |
Paid tha dues to, get use to life’s spoils |
And your blood boils, jealous above all |
We supposed to be boys |
But no dog, you living foul |
Back in the mix, I ain’t see you in a while dog |
But I’m aware, recognize strange |
Poison in the air, venom the veins |
This ain’t a new concept, just one without progress |
Too much our time spent dealing with monsters |
Jungle is harsh it’s the sweetest cigar tips |
I’m in the slam with the homies my spit |
Your nonsense got me on edge |
Let me toss this bond shit off the roof top |
Bitch I’m styles fresh and bound to drop |
Cause too many gets too friendly when you got |
Too vicious when you not, on top |
Escape, disappear there toasting up 2 shots |
Like he was just here, pull the 2pac |
My vision clear, nigga do not pretend to befriend |
only for the 2 props |
Cause in the end, it’s all that you got |
Yourself and the heaven |
The reverend talk over casquette that drop |
More to lose in life than to gain |
Poison in the air, venom in the veins |