Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Cruel, artist - Saigon. Album song All in a Day's Work, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2015
Record label: Amalgam, Stage One
Song language: English
So Cruel |
I’m the same kid that tried to murder your brother |
Now I’m on the motherfucking murderdog cover |
Act like a non believer go head |
Act like you ain’t read about a nigga in the don diva |
It wasn’t for my rhymes neither |
It was about how I cock the gat shot a cat back in nine fever |
Why the source gave me rhyme of the month |
When I should have got the rhyme of modern day time |
Fuck these niggas |
I could be richer than Phil Drummond and still bumming |
And I know the difference between a bitch and a real woman |
Niggas stay up 25 hours a night |
Any coward could write |
They bark but they bite don’t devour the mic |
I am the wildest in sight |
Been in the pen so I can tell you how it was like |
I done seen bloods faces pouring it out |
Six in the morning CO’s yelling all in account |
Now fuck that this not what the song is about |
This is about you weak rap niggas that’s out |
And ya’ll bitches in the crowd that wouldn’t give us no rivul |
When my shit pop I ain’t gon give you no jizzle |
Nothing but fuck yous and bad criticism |
Obama is the pres but I voted for «? |
«I'm the meaning of lyricism |
If it’s somebody that feel different |
Give him my digits |
Tell him to hit’em |
He can call me on the late night or early in the morn |
And that’s my word born we gon get it on |
And I don’t care if we don’t get along |
Cause ya’ll niggas is cum |
Ya’ll niggas just ain’t that strong |
I’m showing off with static it ain’t only just now |
I don’t smoke cigs but I’ll give you a bust down |
Creep by wherever you hang and bust rounds |
You gone hear the sound of the pound now |
Thou shall not fuck with nor say B.I.G. |
rhyme |
If you ain’t one of the sean’s the shits corn |
Moving right along my name Saigon |
The future of rap faggot the next icon |
If I could just keep that gun in the house |
Or for five fucking minutes stop running my mouth |
Shit I’ll be alright niggas ain’t tight |
They don’t write the kind of rhymes that I write |
Right right I’m lyrically five mic material |
Nigga you love the rizzle |
And I like to give it to you |
So let’s make things nice and clear |
I’m shitting on the whole game twice a year |
And they scared bitch |