Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sweet Love, artist - Ugly Heroes. Album song Ugly Heroes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Sweet Love |
«Don't make me suffer guide me |
Guide me baby to my friends and oooh» |
I bet a rapper say «uncle» |
Cousin and twisting his arm, wasn’t a struggle |
A hater make my day like Eastwood |
But we good cause I’m busy frying Moby Dick |
No sense crying over milk spilt |
Yeah, a 16 assassin |
Oswald on the pad with the pen doing it rapping |
If we happen to cross paths |
You better hope a fork leads the other way away from me |
Cause I brought forks |
I’m on the porch celebrating |
Getting elevated |
That ain’t lemonade |
Something heavyweight and medicated |
Each verse dedicated to a hater thought I’d never make it |
Make him take it back |
Eat words, alphabet soup |
Used to press my own discs up, tried to recoup |
Slang 'em two for one outside of my stoup |
As soon as ten moved, I headed to the top of the flat |
On the roof I’m blowing smoke rings from skunk weed outside of a loop |
You better give me |
«Sweet love» |
Yeah, that’s what you better give me |
Hate on me and your homie start pouring out the Henny |
Better show me |
«Sweet love» |
Or I’ma show you what I’ve been through |
All my pain and suffering, something we could get into |
Give me |
«Sweet love» |
Or I’ma give you hate right back |
Bottle to the face, have a night cap |
You know what I need |
«Sweet love» |
Yeah, blow a rapper kisses |
Handshakes and pounds, not disses |
Now tell me why the bartender’s giving me free drinks |
And yet he’s taxing you a dollar for that water out that sink |
Cause we got that shit locked and we got that hip hop |
That gets props |
Doing everything your shit’s not |
That dude that talks the most ain’t really doing shit |
That’s why I’m sitting at a show alone instead of moving lips |
You rappers sucking blogger dicks |
I’m chilling with some journalists watching you perform and talking shit |
So let me give you a bit of critical analysis |
That way you hold that microphone is on some phallic shit |
That malice grip you got is known for causing calluses |
That way you clutching on that tip is looking hazardous |
And you’re not packing shit, the club or a gun |
Don’t give a fuck about your crew a fuck where you’re from |
Sit your angry ass down and let me show you |
Uh, how to make the crowd get to know you |
Motherfucker what’s up? |