Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Bros, artist - Shredders. Album song Great Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.08.2019
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Young Bros |
| Yeah boy bass how low can you go |
| Fucking Death row what a brother know |
| Incredible but pick a different way to show |
| That’s right get original |
| So high hit 'em with a low |
| Blow so prevalent, relevant tho |
| And young bros faded off the low lows and xans outta hand |
| Make em walkin' dead like adios |
| Ay dios mio, mi vida so cold |
| Yours too, what you warmin' up to me for |
| Ice bear want his fuckin' snack pack |
| And he he smack cats who be diggin' in his back pack |
| No |
| Still no |
| Still roll with a whole car wreck in tow |
| And still no kings we go until the badge show |
| Grab until the bag’s overflowin' with the handfuls |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| You think this world’s payin' you back |
| Shit forget it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| Get-get |
| Get it |
| However you can, shit |
| You think this world’s payin' you back |
| Many locks |
| Every stop |
| So many thoughts swirling around |
| I drive myself lazy |
| A bit hazy lately |
| Maybe the Internet ate me |
| Maybe I died and slid into Hades |
| Maybe I’m crazy, maybe it’s neither |
| Maybe we split off in 2016 |
| With the Hadron Collider |
| I’m callin' out my service bot |
| And then callin' up Pfizer and I’m askin' for the good shit |
| To the hilt, built different |
| Fact, fiction, hard to tell |
| Still, he guilt-driven as hell |
| Still tippin' a cool 20 |
| Drippin', 60 percent water |
| Tripping on the physics of the infinite |
| Also trippin' on a curb and spillin' into a car door |
| Cuz I keeps it hard core |
| Kind of doin' it |
| And kinda just yellin' «Parkour!» |
| Two thousand somethin' somethin' in the year of our — |
| Lordie |
| If I’ve learned anything from the idiot kings |
| Never give in to Emoluments |
| No one’s building you a monument |
| And it’s gone any minute so get it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| You think this world’s paying you back? |
| Shit, forget it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| Get it |
| You think this world’s paying you back? |
| Shit, forget it |