Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blongos, artist - Triple One. Album song The Naughty Corner, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Triple One
Song language: English
Blongos |
| Why you end it when I need more? |
| Why you think It’s up on default? |
| Why you spittin it to me for? |
| I don’t even think you see raw? |
| Recognize gon recognize and I recognize you fucking lame |
| Same old shit, with the same old spit, all the same |
| Mi casa su casa, like I was my brother |
| Keep calm with a cutter, like butter |
| I slice em Knievel, Dare devil |
| Stunt star-er, pallbearer my enemies funeral |
| This life isn’t real, an illusion, I kill |
| When u cut I won’t bleed, give me Clout |
| And I’ll sneeze, In a rag that they use to clean fingerprints |
| Show me the scene, and I’ll show you my inkling |
| The slightest of slight, and I’ll show sleight of hand |
| Your team they no Marty, They say he’s the man |
| Spin it all back just so you understand |
| Step in my world just to see where you land |
| Tweh, spit it all out |
| You pussies all left a bad taste in my mouth |
| If I was a veteran you’re veterinarian |
| Gave you a glance and I caught your mum starring and |
| Breath in- breath out- |
| Porcelain crack and a skull fuck |
| Breath in- breath out- |
| Panic will grab you like boneyards |
| Ones in the mirror you don’t stop |
| Manikins switch like a bad dream |
| Breaking the law is a bucks shot |
| Clinical habits since 18 |
| Fuck it up, spit it out |
| Sick of these shadows they follow me |
| Second count, bottle bout |
| Heathens they chatter monotony |
| Break in the rung, see me painting the prodigy |
| I been the son since the virgin was miracle |
| Second to none is my motto in honestly |
| Fire to bar is becoming commodity |
| Fire to fire to bar, i got the fire to bar |
| Fire to fire to bar, i put the fire to bar |
| Fire to fire to bar, i got the fire to bar |
| Fire to fire to bar, i put the fire… |
| Eye a devil on the dance floor |
| I don’t even wanna dance tho |
| Why he tryna make a plan for |
| Cyanide it on a solo |
| Sayonara to the day tomora |
| Got a baited offer from a gated god I |
| Better open up and then I hope for nada |
| Run a broken vein just tryna see nirvana, (I'ma gone) |
| Your itching to take a loss, up with the upper boss |
| Tune your face up like an engine cause |
| Cause engine is how it all runs in the upper crust |
| Bust a buster like I’m breaking till dawn |
| Make a hit, but I don’t make a fuss |
| People talk, they never make enough |
| Faking it is just to live a lie |
| Die for my… |