Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lyrics For Days, artist - Sean Price.
Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lyrics For Days |
Profluent |
Yeah, ayo |
Shoot ya' moms dap ya' pops rape ya' daughter |
Get the moment on a tape recorder |
Give copies out to every nigga up in the hood |
Let 'em know I’m not the nigga to fuck with up in the hood |
Gimme some weed‚ gimme some coke‚ gimme some dope |
Gimme ya' seed‚ gimme ya' throat, gimme some rope |
Choking ya' bitch, provoking ya' clique‚ to get done |
Smoking the spliff, unloading the fifth, now that’s fun |
Yo‚ backpack niggas rapping all funny and shit |
Till I tell 'em that shit is wack, ain’t no money in this |
And you female rappers, I’ma end ya' career |
Wrap my hands around ya' throat while you get banged from the rear |
I’m the type of nigga, that’ll throw a shell in ya' arm |
You the type to snitch bitch, why you telling my moms? |
Yo, y’all bitch niggas is as wack as it come |
Don’t make me, clap you in the back or ya' ass with a gun |
Bah! |
We get blazed, smacking lyrics outta emcees for days |
Run for the shade, or lay you down with the heat from the gauge |
Get laid, like ya' lady spreading her legs |
Strangle you ComicView rappers entertaining like Ced' |
We get blazed, smacking lyrics outta emcees for days |
Run for the shade, or lay you down with the heat from the gauge |
Get laid, like ya' lady spreading her legs |
Strangle you ComicView rappers entertaining like Ced' |
Powerful spit, my niggas got hours of it |
With a strong digestive tract to devour ya' shit |
Cowards get ripped for coming out they face on Fuga' shit |
Ain’t no destination, for where my niggas take it |
With the hardest of styles, we gon' make it |
Toss the cake in the oven and bake it, record-breaking |
Without the athlete, them niggas ass cheek |
And still couldn’t fuck with what I spit last week |
Dudes pass go, get strung up, by the lasso |
Gas so White Castle, faker than Don Brasco |
The way that we coming considered more than a hassle |
Dangerous unorthodox energy that’ll blast foes |
Now they trapped in the hourglass, how will they power last |
When I’m so ahead of my time, the clock’s an hour fast |
And the sand steady sinking |
Ya' man’s already thinking of |
Ways to escape, they freestyle in the bing when |
We get blazed, smacking lyrics outta emcees for days |
Run for the shade, or lay you down with the heat from the gauge |
Get laid, like ya' lady spreading her legs |
Strangle you ComicView rappers entertaining like Ced' |
We get blazed, smacking lyrics outta emcees for days |
Run for the shade, or lay you down with the heat from the gauge |
Get laid, like ya' lady spreading her legs |
Strangle you ComicView rappers entertaining like Ced' |
Ayo, I said it once and I’ll say it again |
If you giving me head, you gotta give head to my friend |
I don’t give a fuck if the bitch name is Karen |
If you hitting us both off then ya' name is 'sharing' |
Copping the E, yo ma, pop this with me |
Have me, knocking my knees busting snot on her teeth |
When I’m jumping out my car eyes locking at me |
Ain’t my fault that I’m popping the B, fuck you looking at? |
We running down on young white males, rocking black trench coats |
Treat 'em like they all from France, make some French toast |
Tracks that could be fatal with females, get |
And ain’t nothing to switch up the whole program, like Windows |
How high? |
High enough to make cows fly |
Getting blazed with my nigga Ruck, out in |
Now we got this chick fucking and sucking like Siamese |
When it come to beef we cooking up cats, like Chinese |
We get blazed, smacking lyrics outta emcees for days |
Run for the shade, or lay you down with the heat from the gauge |
Get laid, like ya' lady spreading her legs |
Strangle you ComicView rappers entertaining like Ced' |
We get blazed, smacking lyrics outta emcees for days |
Run for the shade, or lay you down with the heat from the gauge |
Get laid, like ya' lady spreading her legs |
Strangle you ComicView rappers entertaining like Ced' |
Nahmean? |
Yeah, Sean P, word up |
Nahmean, New Jersey baby, New York, I’m here you hear me? |
Word to mother, my man, , Profluent, tall motherfucker |
Word up, Sean Price |
Monkey Barz, High Karate, nahmean? |
Two for a dollar nigga, fifty-cent |
cookie-ass niggas |
I slap physically, ain’t playing out here |