Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Confetti, artist - Rich Brian. Album song The Sailor, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 12tone, 88rising
Song language: English
Confetti |
A home worth stayin' at |
In my lifetime |
Uh, blow me like confettis |
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me |
Doin' shit without thinkin', hopin' God forgive me |
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney |
(Ayy, ayy-ayy) Always fuckin' winnin' |
Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic |
Ain’t got time to give a fuck or worry 'bout my image |
I’ma cut it off if I ain’t gettin' nothin' from it |
Ayy, got my mother’s face and my father’s confidence |
Walkin' 'round the party, always lookin' like the perfect blend |
Got my right hand with me, I will never need to fuck no fans |
Got real homies with me, never need to hang with bitter friends |
Monte Carlo flew in on G5, lil' bad bitch just turned 29 |
I’m only fucking for the vibes, I only say hi, then goodbye |
Mmm, if you listenin', congrats, you just discovered fire |
I looked at the clock, guess what, lil' bitch? |
It’s time to die |
She behind on rent |
She got two jobs and a kid and still got time to give me neck |
You wear loafers to the club, don’t tell me you deserve respect |
You use internet to hate, I used that shit to change my fate |
(She gon') |
Blow me like confettis |
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me |
Doin' shit without thinkin', hopin' God forgive me |
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney (Ayy, ayy) |
Every day I wake up, I live my life to the fullest, bitch |
Your dream don’t mean shit if it just turns into excuses, bitch |
(Bitch) |
I’m just talkin' facts, I’m just tryna make shit that’ll flabbergast |
I’ve been rappin', all you doing’s talkin' fast |
Man, I’m sure you could prolly do more than that |
And I still got that rum up in my system |
4−5 proof, that shit is so hittin' |
He want problem, I’ma throw fist then |
Told that bitch send me the location |
Ass fat, she need attitude fixin' |
I’m sick, I got terminal trillness |
My next album, call that shit Hit List |
I kill shit and you are my witness |
Blow me like confettis |
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me |
Doin' shit without thinkin', hopin' God forgive me |
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney |
(Ayy, ayy-ayy) Always fuckin' winnin' |
Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic |
Ain’t got time to give a fuck or worry 'bout my image |
I’ma cut it off if I ain’t gettin' nothin' from it |