Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gutter , by - Vel The Wonder. Release date: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gutter |
| Yo she smelling like a bucket of piss, yo how attractive |
| Haven’t even started the beat, im already getting active |
| Yes im original straight from the crowd |
| How you expect me not to listen and refrain getting loud? |
| Yo i keep it representative of my culture, eat em like a vulture |
| I ain’t picky, ill slaughter em before they even line they notes up |
| Rap nerds and they evenly line they nose up |
| Rack em up coke, im only fuckin' with the doja |
| And ill still leave they face numb |
| Leave em with some bad brains, brain damage |
| The same savage in the fast lane |
| And i gain stamina every round im rappin' em |
| Battlin', top of the dome status |
| Forget your lines like frontal lobe damage |
| Now you crying in spanish to vela |
| Watching your favorite telenovela |
| Cus ill die being a Xochitl over a Discua Paz |
| Homie im feminine as fuck and ill beat that ass |
| Believe me, i mean these things dont last |
| Catch me busting a benefit soon, I’m off of the map |
| Just a disembodied voice in the barn |
| Form of communication is when your webbing with your yarn |
| And you stay laced in Pearls- |
| Will her skin continue to look great curves? |
| Her hair placed in curls? |
| brain great with words? |
| But still she ain’t a worth if she breaks from her nerve |
| Nonbelievers are fearful and they ain’t even heard of her |
| Servin' these weak emcees yo is what i do best |
| Like taking from they bank account before they even deposited check |
| Im the positive check, injecting ya neck with the potency |
| Coming at me with them roses and poetry |
| Is known to get ya neck broke with nobody noticing |
| Im rolling solo dolo and i know where my homies be |
| See whats the difference between me and you? |
| About 8 mixtapes, 12 videos and the term celebrity |
| Zombie attack, carnivore stat cus these emcees looking dead to me |
| Im radiating beasting on ya nerves, first ill eat right at ya spinal chord |
| Im feeding on ya worth, homie see that im the first to get you straight shook |
| And i ain’t even on ya fuckin' turf bitch, this ain’t a service |
| This is my first shit to ever drop the surface |
| Untainted like im about to pop a virgin in my pops suburban |
| Or more like mama smurf fukin' with these |
| Hatin' ass lost suburb kids who lost on purpose |
| Can’t handle without getting a grip |
| So we squabbin' fists until we settle this shit |
| Then own ya death to clit |
| Im moving urban core |
| Pit stops in the pit lops getting they shit knocked |
| Missing about forty dollars from they wallet and they wrist watch |
| And a weak ass dime sack off his homie who had just slipped up |
| Producing head of my state, call me chris rock |
| It ain’t hard to remember who i be homie, pick pocket pearl. |