Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rosetta Stone, artist - Nyemiah Supreme. Album song Uptown, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 3rdeye
Song language: English
Rosetta Stone |
| Sinatra |
| Gotcha |
| Ugh, my fly on autopilot, I don’t need a stylist (Harlem) |
| Create the fresh, all my pieces fire (Ugh) |
| I deal directly with the brands, big up my feet supplier |
| Send a hater to the stand, straight through papayas |
| Niggas is liars, users, substance abusers, felonious, foolish |
| Self-proclaimed real niggas, I tell em «Prove it» (Prove it) |
| Good energy across the landscape (Right) |
| Since when, a broke nigga could demand weight |
| Maybe, Rosetta Stone could come and translate |
| You put syrup on shit, don’t make it pancakes |
| Gem droppin', diamond test it, I can’t fake |
| Honestly flawed, Midas my tone, outta control |
| Found the prices on my size, still the product is flown |
| Nigga, Airplane Mode couldn’t silence my phone |
| They on my landline, Batline, all at my door |
| Ugh, I keep hearing these deep voices |
| I’m at a funeral and there’s heroin in these coffins (Open em) |
| Shawty tear up her feet walkin' |
| Slid her from squeeze to the Sheridan, we hawkin' |
| What you sharing? |
| I need often (Uh huh) |
| Dope for fifty-two had the Maryland streets talkin' (Yes) |
| I inherit the B-ballin' (Uh huh) |
| Down in the pain, I’m a scarier deep darkness (Ugh) |
| I steady push the Sour instead of kush (Uh huh) |
| Always fuck up the count, we call you Eddie Mush (Tell em) |
| When you wrap it and bounce, the bag already squshed |
| You keep an eye on the money, that cash or fetti look (Yes) |
| Hurry to leave, you never worry me, please |
| I promise won’t nothing grow if I go and bury your seed (Ha) |
| Thirty degrees, was moving thirty of these |
| From inside of the Chinese, hit that Keith Murray will squeeze (Wah) |
| Ugh, how you like this queen now? |
| (Now) |
| Step up on the scene (What's up?) |
| I adjust my crown (Ok) |
| Step up on the stage, shut it down, rock the crowd (Aye) |
| Standin' ovation, encore, take a bow |
| Wow, when they see this ass walk through (That ass) |
| Keep it confidential, broke niggas I don’t talk to (What?) |
| You think you can trick on me, that’s a gift for me (Ok) |
| Wrist like an iceberg, I’m about to make history (Ooouuuu) |
| Live flawless, my skin flawless |
| Flow hot like the left side of the faucet |
| I never force it (Never) |
| Model chick, I might endorse it (Ugh) |
| And if the coin good, you know I probably floss it |
| Hop in a Ferrari, the only time I’m down with horseplay (Vroom) |
| Button on the wheel, run the engine like it’s foreplay (Ugh) |
| Phone always buzzin', all these options make a boss play |
| Virgil Oblah, only time I have a off day (Aaaa) |
| Keith Harring to street art |
| Drip get delivered, I don’t wait on release par' |
| Street smarts and a sweetheart |
| Be better not bitter, bitch like a sweet tart |
| Aaa, It’s Supreme |
| You a person I look at, that talk |
| That know what they talkin' about |
| Wait, what? |
| Don’t bring my moms into this, please |
| Indistinguishable phone chatter |
| About? |
| Indistinguishable phone chatter |
| No, won’t you Google it |
| I’m not Googling it, what about you pop up? |
| I do Wayne, 3rd but yo, if this |
| Let me tell you something, boo |
| You listening? |
| Oh, that’s why you talkin' like that |
| Cause you infront on somebody |
| Cause you infront of your little fuckin- |
| Your friend is probably fuckin' wack too |
| So you tryna fucking show up, that’s what you doin' |
| First of all, nah we don’t do those, we don’t do those |
| We from the Westside of the Bronx, we do not do those |
| Fuck the Westside of the Bronx! |
| Yo, why you be disrespectin'- |
| That shit is not poppin' |
| Yo, you know what? |
| You know what, boo? |
| I’m, I’m now you, you not becoming my boo |
| You now becoming my enemy cause you disrespected |
| Why-, why am I becoming your enemy? |
| Cause you disrespecting the Westside |
| And you know I’m from there |
| How am I disrespecting the Westside? |
| You talk about how you wanna put on some absurdity on the phone |
| Why don’t you follow suit and go along with what you said? |
| Stupid |
| And you also said that um, that the one «is just me with your fucking sister» |
| Right? |
| They are my sisters, they, they my sis- |
| You said that, right? |
| And in my dreams, you was just fuckin' em, right? |
| I wasn’t just, that’s when we were kids |
| Oh, so you mean to tell me that they’re holdin' on the memories from when y’all |
| was kids havin' sex? |
| Yo, I don’t wanna argue about other people |
| You know what I’m sayin? |
| They ain’t got nothin to do with me and you |