Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Leppy Coqui, artist - Wiki. Album song No Mountains In Manhattan, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: XL
Song language: English
Leppy Coqui |
Made my own nation out imagination |
Imagine making everything you wanted out of patience |
All while blunted, drinking, drunken, wasted |
What you thinking cousin? |
grubbing |
Fucking bacon |
Pull up in basic |
Sweat suit grey with some fucking asics |
Nah some suedes thought you’s gonna say some J’s |
Liaison of real city shit he stays on |
Scaffoldings he hanged on |
Value every second that he waited till the train come |
Super hero living with my moms, got the cape on, it’s taped on |
It’s winter coming so my fades gone |
November out to LA like he Twon |
Shouts to the couch that I stay on |
Drank on the grey swan till we way gone |
Next day better pray for ‘em or the day gone |
Better pray for ‘em or the day gone |
Better pray for 'em |
Leppy Coqui |
Definitely OD |
Definitely low key |
Definitely OG |
To every kid who ain’t over 18 |
Made my own beer my own year 1993 |
Leppy Coqui |
Definitely OD |
Definitely low key |
Definitely OG |
To every single kid who ain’t over 18 |
Made my own beer my own year 1993 |
Made my own flag |
I’m a nomad, a mutt |
Strut cross the globe brag |
A cro-magnon |
Time zones had none |
When i flown past |
Switch it make my own path |
Like I’m Bo Jackson |
Two and one with that program son |
Blew out my lung |
Threw out my liver |
Ain’t even an old man |
No man could get to me |
I’m so bad |
Before rap, it was Michael Jackson throwbacks |
And I would dance along, felt like I’d enhance the song |
Grew older now everybody chanting on |
About what stance they on |
You don’t think about the chance you wrong |
You thinking, can or can’t conform |
To the man or mom |
I’m thinking if I can’t perform, I’m damaging a dorm |
But I can so it’s on |
Leppy Coqui |
Definitely OD |
Definitely low key |
Definitely OG |
To every kid who ain’t over 18 |
Made my own beer my own year 1993 |
Leppy Coqui |
Definitely OD |
Definitely low key |
Definitely OG |
To every single kid who ain’t over 18 |
Made my own beer my own year 1993 |
Made my own thing |
No strings attached |
Just rap no bling |
Gold chain |
My grandma gave me on my born day |
That’s the lone thing |
Its OD |
Last time back must’ve been '03 |
Remembering her back yard the mango tree |
Dogs barking juxtaposed with rosaries |
Holding me to pops trying get a hold of me |
Smacked in manhattan man distractions what it’s supposed to be |
It had to be |
You close to me or you mad at me |
It’s all the same savagery, sipping bally b |
But I had to eat, so I had to stop |
Went home to my baby girl in her lavish loft |
The best is when she chefing pork chops and applesauce |
And I eat it up, eat her up, squeeze her butt |
Never cease to fuck |
It’s what I need she needs it just as much |
Did I leave ‘em with enough fuck it |