Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Maraca , by - Smino. Song from the album blkswn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Zero Fatigue
Song language: English
Maraca |
| Listen I, I don’t believe in maybe, prolly |
| Only off, and on, overthinking had me idle |
| Kiss my dice, and throw, this Remy got my gut on fire |
| I gotta drive home still, one eye open |
| Seeing Dos on the road, oh no |
| Life insurance is really doin' exactly what you like |
| And love 'cause that’s that shit that keep the fire lightin' up |
| Get out the dark and spark, yeah |
| Gon' head, lighten up |
| No gravity on me, one with the sky |
| Maraca, maraca, we make somethin' shake |
| Sinatra, Sinatra, we all want Frank |
| Bend my heart, bend my eye, but I won’t break |
| Gratata pop out like hot bread |
| Don’t burn tongue ma, trine bite down so quick |
| Wait ya turn |
| Might let you participate |
| I feel like Percy, No Limit, uh |
| We don’t believe in their parameters |
| All my niggas on perimeter |
| I’m on they ass like an enema |
| And all my enemies been friending up |
| Like Monica and Chandler |
| You see this bass can break a chandelier |
| And this verse just cracked a bannister |
| Man I pray the crowd can stand in here |
| Bruh it’s so many hands in here |
| Niggas’ll think we selling manicures |
| I never view myself as amateur |
| And when it’s just me, myself and marmalady |
| I give her the seeds so sweet, shawty that pomegranate |
| Couldn’t imagine myself takin' this shit for granted |
| Life ain’t even granted |
| Off the strength, I’m brown-skinned |
| Shit ain’t sweet, no candy grace my tongue |
| Just bitter back taste |
| Runnin' for the cheese, definition of the rat race |
| Put the pedal to the floor mat |
| We only kick it w-where the dough’s at |
| Maraca, maraca, we make somethin' shake |
| Sinatra, Sinatra, we all want Frank |
| Bend my heart, bend my eye, but I won’t break |
| Gratata pop out like hot bread |
| Don’t burn tongue ma, trine bite down so quick |
| Wait ya turn |
| Might let you participate |
| I usually, usually, usually don’t do this |
| So don’t you confuse this |
| With school, bitch game ain’t free |
| I’m booking my flight, got a suitcase |
| Gotta move, bae |
| Bada-bing-bada-boomaye |
| Skrrt, peew on Suzuki |
| That’s two wheels, if you will then I will |
| If you scared then I feel, I feel you |
| But if you real then I extract my grill |
| And I snack on that 'til that blood sugar build |
| We ain’t even meet and shawty want the gyro, woah |
| Got the whole, zero, on a clear road, woah |
| Nigga found his pen over off of Penrose |
| My auntie stayed in the ville, no not talking J. Cole |
| Blkswn time bomb, dropping 3−1-4 |
| Last time I was in my city, all my people, they told me, nigga |
| SHUT IT DOWN |
| Yeah yeah, they told me, nigga |
| SHUT IT DOWN |
| They told me, nigga |
| Listen I, I don’t believe in maybe, prolly |
| Only off, and on, overthinking had me idle |
| Kiss my dice, and throw, this Remy got my gut on fire |
| I gotta drive home still, one eye open |
| Seeing Dos on the road, oh no |
| Life insurance is really doin' exactly what you like |
| And love 'cause that’s the shit that keep the fire lightin' upp |
| Get out the dark and spark, yeah |
| Gon' head, lighten up |
| No gravity on me, one with the sky |