Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Snakes , by - Reks. Song from the album Eyes Watching God, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |