Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sven , by - The Alchemist. Song from the album Lamb Over Rice, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ALC
Song language: English
Sven |
| Who the hell, how the hell, why the hell, what the hell? |
| Yeah |
| You see, my story got a strange plot |
| Eight shots, now behind the camera, ah |
| I meant behind the hammer |
| Leavin' peace like a dyin' grandma, dyin' my hair blonde |
| The double shotty like a bears arm |
| Mention money and my eyebrows lift up |
| The five pound fist leave you cut up, quicker than butter |
| I view the mountains once the suns up |
| Do anything to get the funds up |
| Motherfuckers is on the run son, ah |
| Weed blazer, I’m a master |
| Ginkgo biloba help me think faster |
| Throw some acid on your cheek now you’re art |
| Scars over my heart, the part in the sharp, European shark |
| Big engine like a dozen bagels |
| With a stunning stable, makin' my rounds at all the number tables |
| Health is wealth, but wealth buy the fancy belts |
| Good, it’s even easier to hang yourself |
| You ain’t shit motherfucker, need to hang yourself |
| You ain’t shit man, you ain’t shit |
| You ain’t shit motherfucker, need to hang yourself, uh |
| You ain’t shit, uh, you ain’t shit |
| The whip sit India style like kindergarten student |
| I’m only part human, tryna get paid but like Mark Cuban |
| Spark the Cuban, double park the Buick |
| What’d you do to beef? |
| Stew it, half Jewish, uh |
| I’m a star like good homework |
| Skull and crossbone on a low shirt, chrome hearse |
| The skull burst 'cause the work was a ten |
| The limo driver named Sven, peace to Killa Ben |
| Shit’s strange, I could feel the wind |
| All this pain I could feel within |
| Goes away when I’m in a Benz |
| But comes back when I’m starin' in the rims |
| Take ten, uh |
| Stand on the wall at the pool hall |
| Dominican ho with a culo |
| Me pregunto de quien son |
| Ella me dise, «Tuyo» |
| And I’m known to be hoppin' up out the two door |
| When your man get called, you better be ready for sure |
| 'Cause these motherfuckers ain’t playin' |
| These motherfuckers be sprayin' |
| Now you sleepin' with the Earth |
| Light the Earth up, hop up in the red Caddy, Big Bertha |
| Wig Turner, money washin' detergent |
| Round glass, quarter cup of the bourbon swervin' |
| From first look you’ll think I’m German, it’s me |
| Yeah |
| Bam Bam |