Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bad Advice , by - Social Club Misfits. Song from the album Us, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |