Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Good Lobster , by - Sean Price. Song from the album Metal Detectors, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |