Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song LAF, artist - Rittz. Album song Next to Nothing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.09.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
LAF |
| These motherfuckers make me laugh |
| They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck |
| Look at how they dress |
| They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck |
| Listen how they rap |
| They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck |
| Trying to say they fresh, trying to say they tough |
| You ain’t ever been about it, you just make shit up |
| You lame as fuck |
| You ain’t spittin' and your music don’t jam |
| Try to study me like I’m a student exam |
| Hard for me to take a lyricist serious |
| Especially a dude in sweatpants wearing unisex Vans |
| What was you expecting, made a song 'Fuck Swag' and |
| Ain’t nobody say shit, I guess they afraid if |
| They get out of line I’m 'bout to have to grave dig |
| A great big hole, kill him, leave them where you lay bitch |
| A.K.A Mr. Make-'em-Wanna-Rewrite |
| I guess I’m the one they want to be like |
| These guys get a feature from me study me on every record |
| Then they switch they whole style up |
| Homie I can see right through it |
| You ain’t never used to chop like that |
| Now you talk about your girl and your struggle |
| Tryin' to get it, how you did a lot of soft |
| How you’re pissed off at your boss |
| You ain’t used to have the same 9 to 5 I had |
| Need to find your own lane, you and I might crash |
| Get in mine, hope you had a good time, (I'm back) |
| Rap game looking like Revenge of the Nerds |
| And ya pants and ya shirt too tight, is that plaid? |
| We ain’t seeing eye to eye like I have an eye patch |
| No class having motherfucker you can die |
| You gone wish you had a life raft |
| My style is hijacked, did I kill him, my bad |
| With your lame ass socks showing, stop trolling |
| Going online posing with your Glock showing |
| You ain’t never shot no one, stop lying you are not blowing |
| Trying to copy me, you thinking I would not notice |
| Cockroaches couldn’t see me like they got some glaucoma |
| Comment under my photos bout the way that I look |
| I bet that I could get your lady to fuck |
| And suck dick, quicker than you |
| You said the two of you was in love |
| You’re lame as fuck and I bet that you the type of dude to come up |
| And tell me that I look familiar, knowing damn well ya |
| Seen my videos and know my name and it would kill ya |
| Not to be lame so instead I gotta tell ya |
| Washed up rappers acting like I owe 'em something |
| When I needed them before I made it, they would never help ya |
| Lame ass homies wanna party at my crib |
| So they can drink up all my liquor they don’t ever buy they-self none |
| They say they recording, you ain’t got songs |
| Tryna say you performing, you ain’t got fans |
| But it’s hard to ignore 'em, lame motherfucker |
| Probably like, foam-a-sites, always rockin' team Jordans |
| Lame ass bitches insecure and distorted |
| She tried shave her head on some Cassie shit |
| Now she thinkin' she gorgeous |
| Never keeps a boyfriend, she fucking everybody, little nasty bitch |
| A lot of people in my city try to say that they relate to me |
| But still so many in Atlanta don’t appreciate a thing |
| I did or even heard of me |
| Its almost like they trained to be a slave to what they playin' on the radio |
| They proceed to put me in a cage because my record label Strange |
| They need to listen, if they did they’d probably end up devastated |
| We don’t play, we put the music business in a Strangeulation |
| Other record labels lame to me, these motherfuckers L-A-F |
| Actin' hard, never take a day off (they L-A-F) |
| Still rappin', shit’ll never pay off (they L-A-F) |
| Still trappin' acting like a straight boss (they L-A-F) |
| Get arrested, they confessing, they decide to play ball (they L-A-F) |
| They be actin' like we cooler than we are |
| If I met you doing music, don’t be stupid, this a job |
| You are not a friend of mine, just a dude I never call |
| Bombing on 'em, Shock and Awe |