Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 40 Below, artist - Timeless TruthDate of issue: 18.02.2016
Song language: English
40 Below |
| Thigh support from the 540I M Sport |
| It be a cold day in hell the day that I see court |
| Sign off with the sign of the Cross cuz there’s always a cost |
| For how you come across, so come correct when you approach the connect |
| Nevertheless, I expect my money ironed when I come to collect |
| We trendsetters, Cubans over cableknit sweaters |
| Diamond crown on my Jesus, dogs with no leashes |
| Swimmin' in women up in Dominican beaches |
| Drippin' in linen and then we switch’em like seasons |
| Competition trying to figure the reason but there is none |
| Treat income like dimsum |
| Only spending cuz we can’t bank |
| Silent investors that we can’t thank |
| For the shooters let it bang bang |
| Smokers with the stank dank |
| Tell haters it’s second nature to do the damn thang |
| My nomenclature you minor we major |
| Tired of hard labor we plottin' this caper |
| The expedition was led by Timeless Truth |
| The group traveled nearly 4000 miles in 7 months |
| And temperatures dropped as low as negative 57 degrees |
| I’m God sent to offset the nonsense |
| With bomb threats, its all wet like raw sex |
| Complex, the way we palm techs |
| Cuz we reppin' like a drop set |
| Cite your sources of course it’s gonna get cross checked |
| The squad vets, crimson Corvettes |
| Lo on the chest, code of respect |
| Keep the menu order the best |
| While you filing for an order protect |
| My brothers lighting up a quarter of sess |
| Smoking the bless, we stroll with finesse |
| Interwoven like a crest, the truth is greater |
| The time is less, it’s your time to rest |
| My tolerance is non-exist… |
| Tryna cop the presidential for the wrist |
| Getting paper for the sport of it |
| But this is for the kids |
| Like Rich Porter, we tryna go from poor-to-rich |
| Sophisticated, rocking Cartiers and cardigans |
| Simply slaughtered it for all of us |
| This my nautilus, make’em honor us |
| Yeah son, it sound marvelous! |
| Rock a Submariner like Jay Buhner |
| Straight outta Queens |
| So you know we gotta keep a suede Puma |
| You just a late bloomer, breath smelling like you ate tuna |
| «forfeit» something you should say sooner |
| Singing like a lame crooner |
| Get off the microphone ignite a poem, I might condone |
| That you should play tuba |
| See me sport the scuba, like Disk from the Darians |
| Fire flames burning out the torch that I’m carrying |
| Out here, shoot sideways like Shawn Marrion |
| Exotic Indonesian woman that I’m marrying |