Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Introducing The Icon, artist - Riff Raff. Album song Neon Icon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mad Decent Protocol, Theory Entertainment
Song language: English
Introducing The Icon |
Yeah, no wedding shoes |
What the fuck a wife do? |
No wedding shoes |
Yeah, no wedding shoes |
What the fuck a wife do? |
No wedding shoes |
Who you? |
Who come through doing kung-fu |
Jiujitsu, eating kung pow in the thunder storm, tornado sized symbol on my |
Guess jeans |
You on the guest list |
You wanna French kiss? |
I gotta double check your French tips |
Hygiene clean, you Jean dream, I dream, I dream shake like Hakeem Olajuwon |
Diplo tripping, talking 'bout, «You gotta focus on the lyrics in your songs, |
a lot is riding on this album» |
Man, fuck that give me pizza chain on medallion |
Candy-gray Maybach |
Her ass stay flat |
«You really shouldn’t say that» |
Man, its RiFF RAFF, thirty K or better when I touch stage |
Girl, I crush the stage, rich kids bum-rush the stage |
Broke ones get rich too, trade-in Isuzus, buy new friends too, remove tattoos |
I rock turtleneck and it’s see-through |
Yeah, it’s a clear turtleneck (Clear color) |
Come and check, Versace Glock in my glove box |
Make sure that I got a custom-built house with the waterslide from the top |
floor to the living room Jacuzzi |
Electric maid cleans the house Jetson Judy, big booty |
You can be eighteen with some soft hands |
Aw, shit, look who it is, it’s the Gucci Mane with the spray tan |
Wait, let’s go back to the part near the start when you was talking 'bout the |
cleanliness underneath the fingernails |
Thirty bad bitches? |
That’s an epic fail, can’t do that |
Who’s that? |
Who’s who? |
I can ball at the mall, shoot hoops too |
Whole crew rockin' suits made by Bruce Bruce |
And my wood wheel is a blue spruce (It's a blue spruce) |
Damn, okay, RiFF, feel me? |
Yeah |
She had a vibe I could vibe with, but while we was flyin' |
I had to go sit by the pilot 'cause she smelled like Rikers Island |
Straight mack, straight stiff arm, where the mayor at? |
Can I get some real promotion? |
Man, where the fuck my label at? |
It’s RiFF RAFF, hit a couple lines of rice |
'Cause I’m trying to get my six-pack back |
Used to move packs at your preschool, no common sense |
But I don’t sit on the bench, rap game Johnny Bench |
With my fists clenched |
Waiting on my chance to ball |
Waiting on you to fall off softly |
Used to move ounces through my counselor’s office |
Eight ball in my back pocket, but I do not play pool |
Play by the pool, ten tan babes drool while I lay by the— |
Ooh man, just working on my skin tone |
What the fuck you expect from the butterscotch boss? |
When I floss, rap game Randy Moss |
In the cotton candy Buick sittin' on Brazilian gloss, RiFF |
Hope you ready for that NEON iCON, it just dropped right now |
Came through in the Benz bright brown |