Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Butane, artist - Warm Brew. Album song New Content, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Red Bull
Song language: English
Butane |
| I watch the signs |
| Watch the seasons |
| Watch these fools change |
| In front of your eyes |
| Niggas get wiped off the food chain |
| Hope for my demise |
| But it’s only gon' bring you pain |
| Running around blind boy |
| Now watch me blow up |
| Butane |
| I’m off with the squad, got a whip off the lot |
| Out the window like Pac, man I know |
| If awful distraught, I just pick up and call |
| Say let’s split us bottle I’m on |
| Seen a lot of problems, chips like Estrada |
| All we after since our mamas |
| Put us in position to reverse our situations |
| Hella zeros with the commas |
| I know what I want, big ol' chunk of the pie making our stars align |
| Shots in the dark start to land so the plan is to cut out all malign |
| My cousin still playing in the streets I’m worried |
| They shooting like they married to Ayesha Curry |
| What’s happening holla at me what’s the word |
| It’s only getting hotter yeah I must concur |
| I’m referring to myself I’m popular |
| The bigger motherfucker on the roster |
| A woman with ass is what I much prefer |
| If she ain’t fucking me that’s a knock on her |
| Twerk it for a nigga in some Karl kani |
| Cause bitch I’m on fire I’m burned alive |
| Why everything you do not quite as live |
| And everything I do is so mid July huh? |
| I watch the signs |
| Watch the seasons |
| Watch these fools change |
| In front of your eyes |
| Niggas get wiped off the food chain |
| Hope for my demise |
| But it’s only gon' bring you pain |
| Running around blind boy |
| Now watch me blow up |
| Butane |
| Niggas stay switching heard he snitch and need a new name |
| Used to be your homie now he walk around with your dame |
| She chose up, so what, quit crying like a hoe, lame |
| Fake LA-ers phony players cat calling from a mile away |
| Super sticky boy I’m high all day |
| Act tricky nigga I don’t play |
| So don’t be fucking with me |
| Especially when I need all my pay |
| Ain’t no exceptions nigga sun or rain |
| Oh now you ducking from me |
| Nah I ain’t even ‘bout to get mad |
| Y’all niggas desperate and it’s so sad |
| And niggas always got the same stale face if they see I copped a whip or hopped |
| up in a new place |
| With my new watch, and new rings |
| I came up, so it seems |
| With new goals, the same team |
| I get dough, by any means |
| I watch the signs |
| Watch the seasons |
| Watch these fools change |
| In front of your eyes |
| Niggas get wiped off the food chain |
| Hope for my demise |
| But it’s only gon' bring you pain |
| Running around blind boy |
| Now watch me blow up |
| Butane |