Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Renegades, artist - Solomon Childs.
Date of issue: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Renegades |
Invasion… like a TJ Hooker or some shit |
We back again, nigga, shit. |
see us nigga |
Staten Island, you see us nigga |
B-Town… Killa Hill, Staple Town, Jungle Nilz |
Now Born. |
check it… |
Renegade… g-g-g-gat, g-g-g-gat, g-g-g-gat |
Renegade… g-g-g-gat, g-g-g-gat, g-g-g-gat |
Renegade… g-g-g-gat, g-g-g-gat, g-g-g-gat |
Nah… they don’t want problems… |
I stay sharp, lucky, whips and kicks |
I stay sharp, lucky, whips and chicks |
DrugDealer.com, NineMillimeter.com |
KidnapYourKids.com |
Solomon Childs, the black rose |
Potent, product, with bank rolls |
Boulevard street Godfather, done rows |
Illegal money like Pete Rose |
Tongue kissing project centerfolds |
Your little bitch love when the kid flows |
Who want it? |
Who wanna ride for the Super Bowl |
Grand imperial, after this year, I’mma have the hood ready to ride with me |
Seriously, you better wanna ride with me |
I’m beginning to think dudes think I’m a gimmick |
Run through 'em like Boston in the pennant |
Burn like gasoline through your fitted |
Rock mine low, dickies and red |
I cut a real rasta’s dred |
You looking at your centerfolds, center piece |
Mwah, to the death of your chief |
Tales of the mark 'em home, cook coke game regime |
He got clientele back in the hood like L.T. |
and Mitch Green |
Deal 'em with cake like porno, robberies on police photos |
Starting to get hated, that’s the way I love it |
You gon' sleep with a dead hundred, rosery beeds and blunted |
You ain’t confident with yourself, so how could you want it? |
Judgment day, torture, game day |
I peel out your calf with a machet' |
Hip hop style of Russian roulette |
Super heavy back, intense like a Mexican bullets at |
Whether the streets or jail, you gon' witness the metal clap |
20th century dragon’s lair, black hood, black blazer |
Black laser, using potatos for salads |
To bust the heads of you juicy tomatoes |
Don’t sway the way I sway, cuz majority bids |
Sing in front of a crowd like Eric Benett |
Smell yourself, you fly as the ground, be |
But you dead, nigga, you already dead, nigga |
Rough like alligator, you can see a real killer within |
Look alive muthafucka or get buried alive, muthafucka |
Master beats, this is music for dudes who wanna up stound |
Tough guy shit, acting like the hammers ain’t around |
Born in New York City, with that East Coast attitude, muthafucka |