Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song LOOK , by - Supa Bwe. Song from the album JAGUAR, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 03.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE
Song language: English
LOOK |
| I’m off two thirties, that’s a perc-sixty |
| These is new Fazos, cost me $ 150 |
| Niggas lookin' out the side of they face, shifty |
| Shift that nigga face, uh, with this fucking .50 |
| I’ma pop, pop, pop, pop, niggas don’t want drama |
| Don’t want mop, mop, mop, mop, I got fuckin' sticks |
| Ain’t talking chop, chop, chop, chop, choppa on this bitch |
| I wet the block, block, block, block, bawk, bawk, bawk |
| Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh |
| I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy |
| Made a hundred-thousand dollars off this fucking burner phone |
| Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole |
| Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh |
| I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy |
| Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner phone |
| Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole |
| Holy Quran, the tip of my tongue |
| These niggas be lyin', they takin' too long |
| I’m watchin' 'em die as quick as they come |
| One at a time, you only live once |
| I’m smokin' Lebron, might give up a lung |
| Killin' some time? |
| You killin' my vibe |
| This shit on my mind is fillin' my cup |
| Bitch, I’m too high to chill |
| Can’t get this high with a pill |
| Can’t get this high with a deal |
| Look at my eyes, «Eye of the Tiger», for real |
| I kill a giant and peel, sign it and seal |
| They gotta try to be real, look like they tryna get killed |
| Buffalo Bill, kill all these niggas, for real |
| That’s how you king of the hill |
| Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh |
| I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy |
| Made a hundred-thousand dollars off this fucking burner phone |
| Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole |
| Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh |
| I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy |
| Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner phone |
| Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole |
| Told my mama, «Look—» |
| Earthquakes when I come awake, levitate, karma comin', never late |
| Hide the body, great escape, Masarati, demonstrate |
| Kamikaze with my niggas, spread the bread and marmalade |
| Tiger to a tardigrade, yeah, I smoked a thousand blunts yesterday (Ayy!) |
| Off a pint of Remy, Ecstacy and women |
| Tall, short, skittem, give that bitch the fitness |
| Niggas know the business, kick door for the bag |
| Fuck it, I’ma risk it, give that boy the fitness |
| Hope the pussy worth it, hope it’s worth it |
| 'Cause I flew her out to get, she feel like it’s Christmas |
| Dirty money when I do the dishes |
| On the west side with the dirty smith and' |
| She was blowin' kisses, 'cause I’m blowin' money |
| I’m a Super Saiyan, nigga, goin' monkey |
| I’m the lizard king, Reptile, Godzilla dreams with the guillotine |
| Smoke dope like nicotine, niggas in they feelings, I don’t feel a thing |
| (Ayy!) |
| Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh |
| I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy |
| Made a hundred-thousand dollars off this fucking burner phone |
| Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole |
| Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh |
| I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy |
| Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner phone |
| Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole |