Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Lobster, artist - Sean Price. Album song Metal Detectors, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.03.2018
Record label: Duck Down, Ruck Down
Song language: English
Good Lobster |
I punch a beat walker in his face |
My name is Royal Flush a extra gun is on my waist |
Both arms look like a nigga caught a case |
I can’t go for that like I’m Hall and Oates |
Anoint defication |
Shut the fuck up nigga, the point exclamation |
Hatin', loud mouth rappin |
Found out yappin' |
Pow, the pound out clappin' |
Slap on any man |
Spittin' grams |
Verbal minivan |
Sipping Henny, murder Minnie on your Instagram |
Bodyslam rap, aiming for your clap twista |
Razor blade rap slice you in your back, rippa |
You rap niggas, I clap niggas |
I see you with your momma, still slap niggas |
You’re all bitches, you’re fake fucks |
Talk shit to Flush and get fucked up |
My gun’s tucked |
Back rippa, the black nigga |
Orange box cutter ock suckers and whack niggas |
Rap liver, open hand slap, saliva |
Out your face, embrace the eight, no survivor |
Watch rhythm |
Socialize I’m a monster hitman |
This a hit I’m putting AIDs inside the solar system |
Solar wish, rocking polo so emotionaless |
Hold the fifth |
Quasimoto this is ogre shit |
Shit, I’m in this music, I mastered this |
Walk like I’m Aerosmith |
In the corner I’m holding grip |
This what we gotta get |
When it’s rich it’s all rich |
I’ll be with your bitch and send her back quick |
Better than most |
The most high, the veteran dope |
Elegant, never delicate, poetical pope |
Black president, shit I never did vote |
Black devil, clap metal, remember to smoke |
Black Metallica |
Metal malice massacre |
Masochistic |
Half sadistic, sick algebra |
Gun is high caliber |
Calculating sex trips to Cali |
Illa fatality |
Saudi Arabia |
Wish death on your first born |
First 48 toss the eight on the Autobahn |
Order Sean, but Sean give orders |
Kick your bitch down the steps and I guess I abort her |
Second born |
Take a second than your skin is torn |
I ain’t Biggie I ain’t giving niggas warnings |
Murder in the morning |
Hear a lot of shots when I’m yawning |
Body the whole show when I’m performing |
It’s cocaine on the speedboat |
Catch me in the local clubs you know I got that cheap coke |
Hot time, long coat |
The gun got a damn scope |
Hit you in your damn throat |
I’m the mayor let’s all vote |
Still here bastard |
Clap ratchet, you ball at the wheelchair classic |
Chill, you feel real rap shit |
Wack shit you spill until the mac spit, bong |
Wacka Flocka |
Glock in your ankle sock |
Hot rock your roster |
Illa don’t rap on the beat I blaze soccer |
Pop cops, chop of blocks and box boxers |
Holla |
The niggas that I’m with is 'bout them street collars |
And give you the biscuit first like Red Lobster |
You’re imposters, with fake drama |
I crack your team in half like some good lobster |
One more time |