Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Judas, artist - The Alchemist. Album song Lunch Meat, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.05.2018
Record label: ALC
Song language: English
Judas |
| «Take a walk» |
| «I gotta change the rear» |
| «I said fuck off!» |
| Ayo |
| Ayo |
| Fuck these niggas yo |
| Ayo |
| Three shots left his stomach out |
| Dome-ass nigga, these ain’t coming out |
| Niggas tying rope around your fam yo |
| With shooters so high the nigga won’t land yo |
| Wrist a hundred grand yo |
| All gold stove every wall got a Van Gogh |
| Whipped the work, so incredible |
| Fiend got the pack bit it open like its edible Lord |
| SB skater on a hater |
| Phantom on Fairfax, they thought I was a Laker |
| Don’t get embarrassed by the merits |
| Murals of Paris, I ain’t never been to Paris |
| Murals of Phoenix, I ain’t never been to Phoenix |
| Tom Ford suits of Bobby «The Brain"Heenan |
| Boston crab, the whole slab |
| Before I go broke, I’ll get the mac and the mask |
| Over the baby crib, my nigga where the stash at |
| My man killed his family, killed himself and smoked a bad batch |
| This margiela on Mad Max |
| Purge a bitch, titties look fake plus ass fat |
| Niggas doubted, now they pay homage |
| New deal with money to send my kids' kids' to college |
| Ayo, do the knowledge |
| Ayo, peace to Knxwledge |
| You niggas garbage |
| Fuck y’all niggas yo |
| Fenway monster shit for me and my conglomerates |
| I heard a lot of niggas spot, but nobody that’s dominant |
| Nobody that’s consistent and that’s obvious |
| The music speak for itself, and plus I got murals in other continents |
| Most of these rap niggas living in they momma’s shit |
| They pushing forty and broke, the safety on the 40 is broke |
| I blic until you lose consciousness |
| A high school dropout spitting like I got a doctorate |
| Degree, I’m what’s popping bitch you opposite to me |
| 2016 nobody dropping hotter shit than me |
| You see I dotted my «i"'s and now I got it to a tee |
| My goons love me so much, they wanna body shit for free |
| Like, fuck the bag they don’t need it |
| They just wanna squeeze and leave you deceased, at least a paraplegic |
| Hit in my head and walked the 'spital, please believe it |
| Like three days later, now they’re comparing me to Jesus |
| I walked on water, nigga I made the blind see |
| Turned water to champagne, twelve shooters behind me |
| Those my disciples, all me verses on a God-level, nigga |
| You should find those in the bible |
| I don’t think no rapper can fuck with me |
| Nigga feel different, tell him to get in touch with me |
| Rap shit, street shit, come and see what’s up with me |
| Filled with brown sticks just to air out your fuckery |