Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is America, artist - UnoTheActivist. Date of issue: 21.09.2017
Song language: English
This Is America |
| Yeah, your enemies start to defend it now |
| Huh, I wouldn’t snitch, I never seen trial |
| Yeah, ran into that boy like, «Yeah, it’s been a while» |
| Uh, if I see him again then that gon' be the last time |
| 'Cause this .40 that I got, it go like, «Bow, bow» |
| Uh, these niggas my sons, then this a lost child |
| Think they lost they mind, they start tripping, let me find out |
| Ooh, 2018, bitch, I’m gripping at my cock now |
| Yeah we gripping, we |
| Lost souls wit' a pistol, we |
| Don’t forgive no enemy |
| Kel-Tec, oh that casualty |
| And I casually |
| Break down that grabba leaf |
| Smoking on your dead homies, smoking on that R.I.P., sad |
| R.I.P. |
| to peep, yeah |
| One foot in the street, yeah |
| Niggas shot at me, yeah |
| Over jealousy |
| Sad that all these bitch-ass niggas wanna ruin everything |
| How you trying to stunt show in that epic, I ain’t L.A. Ried |
| And your bitch ass epidemic, I got everything |
| Ooh, and my bitch is in her bed, her body heavenly |
| In that S.S. trying to get water like jetski |
| Nigga try to jump me, that chopper gonna help me |
| Yeah, your enemies start to defend it now |
| Huh, I wouldn’t snitch, I never seen trial |
| Yeah, ran into that boy like, «Yeah, it’s been a while» |
| Uh, if I see him again then that gon' be the last time |
| 'Cause this .40 that I got, it go like, «Bow, bow» |
| Uh, these niggas my sons, then this a lost child |
| Think they lost they mind, they start tripping, let me find out |
| Ooh, 2018, bitch, I’m gripping at my cock now |
| This is America |
| Choppers is for everyone |
| Choppers are for everyone, go get you one, go get you some |
| Me? |
| Got that extra one |
| 'Cause the pressure on |
| Yeah, even though I gotta carry I’m upper echelon |
| Yeah, they all thuggin', lookin' for 'em in that SLR |
| Yeah, and my ex is just a bitch just in case it was |
| Yeah, they on the street, told that truth in that paperwork |
| Yeah, that paper work, say no words, come up out a bird |
| Yeah, and I hold the grip 'cause it ain’t gon' hurt |
| And I got a hold of your bitch 'cause she a flirt |
| Better get a hold on your grip if I see you first |
| I’ma put a hole in you 'cause I’m feeling sinister |
| Yeah, your enemies start to defend it now |
| Huh, I wouldn’t snitch, I never seen trial |
| Yeah, ran into that boy like, «Yeah, it’s been a while» |
| Uh, if I see him again then that gon' be the last time |
| 'Cause this .40 that I got, it go like, «Bow, bow» |
| Uh, these niggas my sons, then this a lost child |
| Think they lost they mind, they start tripping, let me find out |
| Ooh, 2018, bitch, I’m gripping at my cock now |