Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Wave, artist - Termanology. Date of issue: 08.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
El Wave |
| It’s swagology, stay pitching like Roy Halladay |
| Consolidate my money and drugs to pass poverty |
| The smooth criminal, no mic, move pivotal |
| Alchemist, Stat on the beat, two generals |
| I make a lot of cash in a week, move minerals |
| Never take rappers too deep or too literal |
| 'Cause they be faking with funny imaginations |
| And conversations, Illuminatis and Masons |
| The shit I make excite federal agents |
| Dominicans dealing with dope deportations |
| The gram chopper, little ice with my cran vodka |
| Japan shopper, tan copper, I’m the man partner |
| I fuck with OGs that’s corrupted |
| Looking to fuck shit up bad when they buck shit |
| Disgusted when I hear ya’ll rhyme |
| And feeling like Pun in his prime |
| Pull your knuckle back 'til you say uncle to that |
| No killer but no niggas who hit you with the borat |
| Not talking Kazakhstan, God I can’t stand |
| Any motherfucker not in my clan |
| Michael Black san heart |
| Blast darts that tear apart your ligaments |
| Termanology, venomous sentences |
| Infamous sin, Satan, my sentiments been raping the penmanship |
| Bin Laden your noggin, my slang hit your brain |
| Like suicide bombing, nothing we doing common |
| Nothing to like when my brothers write |
| Not once, twice but three times official |
| John Doe flow will hit you like rocket sub missles |
| Motherfucker what’s the issue, shut up and rap |
| Matter of fact just shut your yap |
| I hate any rapper not on this track |
| You all suck, you all fuck |
| A-hole pussyhole vagina rhyming hoes |
| Closed curtain triple homicide murders what’s up |
| Pick a time piece, meticulous delicious dinners |
| Dim the lights, pour some liquor |
| Bitches lick it off each other |
| Coffee color furniture from Ralph Lifshitz |
| Lift your chain like a jewel heist, my heightened senses |
| Sense danger and since when you niggas dangerous |
| A shot of Jameson, payments came in envelopes |
| Vamanos, volleyball bitches naked, body paint |
| I came to party like Bobby Brown |
| Never brown nose a vile temper |
| Nino Brown with the crack vial |
| And it was G Money vision but then he turned fiend |
| I dream filthy, I’m from that crowd, my stash crowded |
| Certain shit I can’t allow it, now bow before me |
| The .40 cal like a moist towelette, disposable |
| Your Apple tablet in the toilet, I’m disrespectful |
| Expecting nothing from niggas dependencies foolish |
| Prepare to burden who you cool with |
| Bearskin rugs, I wear rugbies and fuck redbones |
| On red carpet, rug burns and red wine finding parking |
| I’m at the loft but it’s soft like a fresh croissant |
| Simply my ensemble is something awesome |
| It’s Willie |