Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Now & Then, artist - SL. Album song Different Dude, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mic Cheque
Song language: English
Now & Then |
| Yo, E-boy you’re a madman for this beat, ya know |
| Okay, look, look |
| So how they gon' talk about my name, bro? |
| (How?) |
| Main road, I wasn’t tryna let the blade go |
| She performing like a stage show (Baddie) |
| And if she with the niggas then the same goes |
| 'Cah now and then I have to bite my tongue |
| Say it’s all blessed, then a boy got spun |
| I’m just out for the fee, no fi, fo, fum |
| She be on her knees 'til I kai, ko, cum, oh yes |
| She can do the job, but she like progress |
| Blowin' hella pot’s how I handle stress (Loud) |
| Talk lots, but her angle’s bent |
| Yeah, she talk lots, but her angle’s bent |
| Fuck feds, we be makin' rules |
| I like me the sword but the rams being makeshift tool |
| Don’t drop him packs, he a basic fool |
| Dust on a man, tryna make him stool |
| Feds on my back, not again |
| Straight go, ain’t no countin' to ten |
| Weren’t lookin' for no yak, tryna find her a friend |
| I was lookin' for them cats, tryna find them an edge |
| But not too far, if they fall then there’s stress |
| And that’s another problem on my head |
| Tryna make it to the top while you’re sittin' in your bed |
| Why not? |
| I ain’t even gotta fly out in a sec |
| So how they gon' talk about my name, bro? |
| (How?) |
| Main road, I wasn’t tryna let the blade go |
| She performing like a stage show (Baddie) |
| And if she with the niggas then the same goes |
| 'Cah now and then I have to bite my tongue |
| Say it’s all blessed, then a boy got spun |
| I’m just out for the fee, no fi, fo, fum |
| She be on her knees 'til I kai, ko, cum, oh yes |
| She can do the job, but she like progress |
| Blowin' hella pot’s how I handle stress (Loud) |
| Talk lots, but her angle’s bent |
| Yeah, she talk lots, but her angle’s bent |
| Look, plug fed me the price, it had me hurtin' |
| We all wanna eat, but who gon' really put the work in? |
| I rate my niggas, see, they should have put the C in servin' |
| Feds on the block and they’re searchin', I’m nervous |
| Trapper on the block turnt to a missin' person |
| But he ain’t lost, he’s in the T, closed curtains |
| I was on the ride, you was ballin' in that |
| I know you won’t slide on my brother, and that’s certain |
| Plug never gave us no conny |
| And all that ever lead to was a robbery |
| Buds runnin' down my legs, I’m movin' rocky |
| Me in the Mondeo, somethin’s dodgy |
| Was a street boy, wouldn’t let the block breathe |
| Wanted odd keys, so we went and made the odds meet |
| I was on the phone to broski |
| Sorry dookie, but after broke, I think he lost me |
| Got the pack in on a thursday |
| By friday, I’ll be laughin' like it’s complete |
| Look, got the pack in on a thursday |
| By friday, I’ll be laughin' like it’s complete |