Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Disgrace , by - RK. Release date: 26.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Disgrace |
| I don’t need to hide my face |
| Dem man shook |
| I don’t even know their race (umm) |
| The feds don’t care |
| You ain’t ever caught no case |
| If your family knew (hah, hah) |
| Disgrace |
| I’m stepping in something rare |
| The baddest bitch, with the darkest shades |
| With the meanest stare |
| All of them gyal round there (alla dem) |
| Always wanna hang round here (round 'ere) |
| Bro’s locked up in there |
| 'Cah he left his stretch right there |
| Let me tell you what’s fun (let me tell you) |
| When man talk crud, when more time all these rappers my sons |
| Man see man live in the blood |
| Now all of a sudden everyone want spuds (huh, huh?) |
| I only stay loyal to my plug |
| Plug keeps throwing me grub |
| Cling doing up bear hugs (ring ring) |
| Amm' amm', straight to the face |
| Man mix in a kitch', wicked witch, man scrape the plate |
| Baddest bitch, ucky yes, with the, meanest brain |
| The biggest tits, cutest face and the back’s insane |
| Doing up trips |
| Do me a favour; |
| hold this 'caine mans doing up flips (ring ring) |
| Smoking flavours, getting papers |
| No-one there rich |
| Can’t even lie I’m sick of this shit |
| The plug came through |
| I gotta get rid of this shit (trust) |
| I don’t need to hide my face |
| Dem man shook |
| I don’t even know their race |
| The feds don’t care |
| You ain’t ever caught no case (lame) |
| If your family knew (hah, hah) |
| Ah, ah |
| Disgrace |
| I don’t need to hide my face |
| Dem man shook |
| I don’t even know their race |
| The feds don’t care |
| You ain’t ever caught no case (how) |
| If your family knew |
| Ah, ah |
| Disgrace |
| (Yo, RK) |
| Man wanna talk about me |
| But they see me in the street, don’t speak |
| Wagwarn for these stupid fools |
| Bet you thought I was gonna say neeks |
| These man are broke as shit |
| How you gonna beef if you’ve got no P? |
| I just call shh, for the whoosh |
| He’s gonna sell me that reel for cheap |
| So if you want beef, let’s beef |
| But make sure you don’t squeal or speak |
| Bro’s coming like the corner shop 'cah |
| 'Cah manna got sweets on sweets |
| Bro said stop talking hot |
| You’re tryna get a knock on your door from police (no way) |
| I said «bro, I can say what I want» |
| Whatever bro’s on, man I’m on that |
| Pop chains, make man pay for their tom back |
| And man wanna talk about this |
| Wanna talk about that |
| Wanna talk like your down for the combat |
| Man roll out in my combats |
| Man got vests for your gun chat |
| And man wanna talk about beef, then move like a chief |
| That’s none of my business |
| Emoji frog that |
| Chop down trees with my bros |
| I got weed, no piece but he rolls |
| I got P’s, so we’re eating through O’s |
| I got sweets that we’re eager to blow |
| See the sweets they be eating through homes |
| No Johnny here, but he beating the chrome |
| I got beef on the streets and the road, so |
| When I go, yeah I’m keeping it close |
| I don’t need to hide my face |
| Dem man shook |
| I don’t even know their race |
| The feds don’t care |
| You ain’t ever caught no case (lame) |
| If your family knew (hah, hah) |
| Ah, ah |
| Disgrace |
| I don’t need to hide my face |
| Dem man shook |
| I don’t even know their race |
| The feds don’t care |
| You ain’t ever caught no case (how) |
| If your family knew |
| Ah, ah |
| Disgrace |