Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Advice, artist - Social Club Misfits. Album song Us, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.03.2015
Record label: Social Club Misfits
Song language: English
Bad Advice |
Known to wild out on my intros |
No car, pickin' girls up in the rental |
Flippin' tables like Jesus in the temple |
No liquor, order me a Shirley Temple |
Wearing red shoes, they not Yeezys |
Come through with the matchin' outfit like the Bee Gees |
I came from preacher by Wigley in '09 |
To every show, sellin' out CDs |
They keep tellin' me life is not easy |
But Imma change the world until they finally believe me |
So put your hands together like a ouija board |
For the unsigned hyper, no source |
Top floor at the Filmore watchin' Andy Mineo |
Couple months later I was dancin' in the video |
We were wildin' out with Pablo on the miniboat |
Hopped out, I did a perfect somersault in the ocean |
Only word of mouth, no promotion |
Just a bunch of misfits with love and devotion |
And my gang is lookin' focused |
That’s why we lift our glasses to the sky where our hope is |
Ladies and gentleman |
The moment you’ve all been waiting for |
Coming to the stage, the Misfits |
All been waiting |
Coming to the stage, the Misfits |
Social, stage |
The Misfits |
I look at the game and I laugh at it |
Oh, you rap? |
Here’s a deal |
Take a stab at it, now there’s a bad habit |
It’s common sense, only the hot should rap |
Now everybody and they mother wanna pop they raps |
C’mon dawg, I work the 9 to 5 |
You gettin' high, wastin' time in the studio, why? |
Shawty, read the dotted the line |
You shouldn’t rap if you’re wack |
Just cause you have a Cadillac, sell crack |
Doesn’t mean you melt tracks |
Take yourself back, where you came from |
Your lame slums |
Your rhymes are weak, go exercise your brain some |
You can’t ride with the big dog, big dog |
I flip rhymes, Fern rock, get the Flex bomb |
It’s real nice, spit fire, livin' real nice |
Big contracts, cars, your real ice |
But when the dough go, car crash, ice melts |
I remain hot, Fern can’t be stopped |
Ya cats rappin' ain’t sayin' nothin' |
Keepin' it so real, and tell 'em, «All you frontin» |
Like you John Blaze or something |
I come through, both orange b truck |
And that was way before rap, same time as Baby GAP |
Baby, holla at me |
Ladies and gentleman |
The moment you’ve all been waiting for |
Coming to the stage, the Misfits |
Straight out of the dungeons of rap |
Coming to the stage, the Misfits |
Social, stage |
Social Club |
Heralding from the, South Florida |
The most incredible |