Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Once Upon a Time, artist - SOB X RBE. Date of issue: 17.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Once Upon a Time |
| Once upon a time, I was broke, but I’m rich now |
| Used to travel with my legs, I got whips now |
| Chain cost a dub, I’m a lick now |
| But it cost to get to me, I’m a trick now |
| Ain’t no dick for the free, I ain’t a mix tape |
| Four-five got kick, it’s a sensei |
| If I gotta take a chance, I’ma risk take |
| And if the bitch get cut, I’m a band-aid |
| Let me beat it up, like it’s Rodney King |
| And if I don’t fuck with blue, then it’s probably jeans |
| And if I only hit it once, then you probably fiend |
| You be dreamin' 'bout that shit, like you Dr. King |
| I’ll let this Glock spit, like the llama said |
| T.O. |
| it’s only three of me, that’s what them commas said |
| «Stay on these niggas throat», what my momma said |
| Nigga you don’t want smoke, like the doctor said |
| If I gotta make a choice, I won’t pick it |
| If that shit ain’t fire, I won’t hit it |
| If you talkin' out your mouth, I won’t listen |
| But if it’s bout the bag, I’ma give you all attention |
| I hope you a swimmer, when you swimmin' with the fishes |
| I know you a giver, how you spend it on them bitches |
| I just want the facts, you be givin' your opinions |
| Let the blind lead the blind, 'cause you do not got a vision |
| Two routes for a nigga, either dead or in prision |
| Unless you make your own, ain’t no way up out them trenches |
| Gotta keep your mouth closed, keep your eyes open |
| I be smilin' while I’m shootin', but I’m not jokin' |
| And my mind on the meal, how I’m not focused? |
| And this Glock ain’t concealed, 'cause the Glock pokin' |
| And my loaf too big, I can not fold it |
| And if the back too good, I can not hold it |
| Like a light skinned, thick bitch, wit her hair tied |
| Nigga this ain’t twitter in them streets, you ain’t verified |
| Nigga we be slidin' when it’s beef, ain’t no scary guy |
| Nigga with this Glock I’m a creep, and I’m a married guy |
| I ain’t playin' with no nigga, this ain’t Playstation |
| Nigga, God don’t like ugly, now your face taken |
| Me and Monty in the Porsche truck, drag racin' |
| And if you ever see me runnin', I was bag chasin' |
| Once upon a time, I was broke, but the tables turned |
| Now if it ain’t about a check, then it’s barely heard |
| Don’t let your bitch leave the house if you care for her |
| And I won’t do a verse, if you don’t pay to work |
| Fuck talkin' crazy, nigga show me that you active |
| Bitch in real life, on them songs he a savage |
| Glock always stay in my drawls, it’s a ratchet |
| When I tell a bitch she gotta cut, she the saddest |
| Nigga you ain’t on my head, you just talkin' head |
| Sneak dissin' ass nigga, you the walkin' dead |
| Any bitch want this dick, then she got to beg |
| If you ain’t runnin' up a bag, nigga bite lead |
| If the bitch want rounds, I’m the bed breaker |
| When the rounds over with, she a leg shaker |
| Only gunnin' for your top, I’m a leg saver |
| Before you meet the life maker, meet the dead maker |
| If some niggas talk crazy, I can’t wait to see |
| Glock like a big booty, I can’t wait to squeeze |
| Used to try to play sports, now we play for keys |
| Gang full of hot heads, let 'em play with heat |
| You the type of nigga pull a skit with your clip full |
| Leave the skit, come back with your clip full |
| Nigga when we slide, we don’t miss, bullets hit fools |
| Switch on the Glock and the kick on jujitsu |
| Send a shot over here, better not miss |
| 'Cause if you do and we slide, you gon' be missed |
| What’s goin' on in my mind? |
| Try and read this |
| Bitch you guessed it, I’m a demon and I keep clips |
| Bitch! |
| And I use 'em all |
| Already lost my mind, I’ll lose it all |
| Only smile when I think what I’ma do to y’all |
| Put my team on my back, I can’t lose the ball |
| Bitch! |