Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Propaganda, artist - sKitz Kraven. Date of issue: 07.02.2019
Song language: English
Propaganda |
| I don’t need no propaganda |
| I just do this shit |
| Twenty inch blade full of aids |
| It’s going through your wrist |
| I bet you you’re gon' die |
| Cuz we some lunatics |
| We’ll get you chopped and screwed |
| For talking shit |
| Ain’t talking Ludacris |
| Kraven ain’t the best |
| Now that’s some foolishness |
| I’m the greatest rapper on this earth |
| To ever do this shit |
| My teachers weren’t surprised |
| I was the coolest kid |
| Now I’m making money |
| Like a king |
| I guess I’m ruling shit |
| I don’t get fatigued |
| I’m getting smashed a lot |
| Pop a transformer |
| Now I feel like I’m an astronaut |
| I’m the best believe |
| Your just an afterthought |
| I be getting booty |
| You just fruity |
| Like an apricot |
| Bitch get on your knees |
| You aim to please |
| Forget the rest |
| Yeah I heard he’s talking shit |
| I’ll leave an oval in his chest |
| Please enjoy your final breath |
| Yeah Mr. Kraven sends his best |
| I don’t whip it on the stove |
| I grab the dope then I caress |
| I be on the scene |
| They after me |
| I need a decoy |
| All my homies strapped |
| They looking like they about to deploy |
| Independent slut |
| I watch her strut |
| Yeah she don’t need boys |
| I heard she into dikes |
| I bet my bike |
| That she got three toys |
| At least |
| Thirty for a key |
| Now that’s a piece |
| The people say I’m sick |
| I’m sick as fuck like a disease |
| Eight hundred for a feat |
| Yeah that’s the price if you want me |
| I’ll send you to Belize |
| I’ll pay a fee |
| To watch you bleed |
| I don’t need no propaganda |
| I just do this shit |
| Twenty inch blade full of aids |
| It’s going through your wrist |
| I bet you you’re gon' die |
| Cuz we some lunatics |
| We’ll get you chopped and screwed |
| For talking shit |
| Ain’t talking Ludacris |
| Kraven ain’t the best |
| Now that’s some foolishness |
| I’m the greatest rapper on this earth |
| To ever do this shit |
| My teachers weren’t surprised |
| I was the coolest kid |
| Now I’m making money |
| Like a king |
| I guess I’m ruling shit |
| I’m just tryna fuck |
| Are you down for the cause |
| I love the way that ass clap |
| Like a round of applause |
| No Waka Flocka |
| But that pussy flame |
| Spray the propane |
| Scream out my name |
| When I stick my dick |
| Right into your frame |
| Yeah you know |
| I got a potty mouth |
| Please wash it with soap |
| I love a girl that flaunts her body |
| Like she out on a boat |
| She getting choked |
| And I ain’t swimming |
| But believe I’m a stroke |
| Yeah she’ll be there when I wake up |
| Yeah she ain’t leaving a note |
| Cuz she gon wanna stay with me |
| Until the next morning |
| I’m balling out at 23 |
| Like I’m the next Jordan |
| I’m looking for these lil jokers |
| Like I’m James Gordon |
| Bitch they bringing cameras out |
| Because I’m important |
| My dope be so damn potent |
| Cuz that shit is imported |
| I like to whip the dope |
| Choke |
| Then we keep smoking |
| I beat the pussy up |
| I make sure that I keep it soaking |
| And after we get done |
| She think that both her legs are broken |
| I don’t need no propaganda |
| I just do this shit |
| Twenty inch blade full of aids |
| It’s going through your wrist |
| I bet you you’re gon' die |
| Cuz we some lunatics |
| We’ll get you chopped and screwed |
| For talking shit |
| Ain’t talking Ludacris |
| Kraven ain’t the best |
| Now that’s some foolishness |
| I’m the greatest rapper on this earth |
| To ever do this shit |
| My teachers weren’t surprised |
| I was the coolest kid |
| Now I’m making money |
| Like a king |
| I guess I’m ruling shit |