Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Matilda, artist - Zelooperz. Album song Wild Card, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.02.2019
Record label: Bruiser Brigade
Song language: English
Matilda |
| Pray more, say less |
| All that talking made me depressed |
| You was stressed but never rocked no Payless |
| I had shakes from the crips to the shoes |
| Show you better than I can tell you |
| First pass the 'wood down like a heirloom |
| And I went through 'em bare-boo |
| lets face it |
| shot my 'unc in his face |
| Tryna make sure that his family ate |
| He used to paint portraits in the 'pen |
| See him for a month, he go right back in |
| I always knew what it would take |
| Get rich or die trying on the way |
| This shit remind me of Matilda |
| Tryna be that fat boy with the cake |
| Gluttony, tryna rupture me |
| Trying to get in my head, but they can’t fuck with me |
| I get passed, cuz the past stuck with me |
| Reaper come for me, but ain’t nobody come for me |
| I got more to do, nothing left to say |
| Silence keep me company cuz we relate |
| When I close my eyes, when I feel sane |
| Used to have these dreams, but now they feel the same |
| She gon' dog a nigga like I deserve it |
| I just do her dirt, cuz she worth it |
| Leave it scaled down filled up fortune |
| That other side still haven’t split they portions |
| I know cuz I see it with my third eye |
| And I spend that money like a turbine |
| Roullette gon' keep the tables turning |
| They gon' bet they last on my trick dice |
| I just take the chance, cuz they aiming for a bullseye |
| And my view looking like a bird’s eye |
| Fuck all that hoorah |
| I’m only here to do ya |
| I send you to your ruler |
| too high |
| Thought you had me for a millisecond |
| That shit is not effective |
| You boys is not eclectic |
| Tryna kill me you gon' need reflection |
| Vampire in the mirror, empty like my semi |
| Gluttony, tryna rupture me |
| Trying to get in my head, but they can’t fuck with me |
| I get passed, cuz the past stuck with me |
| Reaper come for me, but ain’t nobody come for me |
| I got more to do, nothing left to say |
| Silence keep me company cuz we relate |
| When I close my eyes, when I feel sane |
| Used to have these dreams, but now they feel the same |
| Christian, but she still ain’t shit |
| You gon' wait for that pussy, but her brain ain’t hit |
| Imma fuck her mind, till that pain ain’t there |
| Imma let that sit, till the flame ain’t there |
| Listen, fuck a rock on a wrist |
| Can’t rock like this if your blood ain’t thick |
| Bitches think I’m dying like them |
| Till I jump off a building and I fly up out of there |
| Distance, I can’t die like them |
| Don’t get high like them |
| I get fried like fish |
| Concentrate my hits |
| Can’t avoid my bitch |
| Don’t rock skinny jeans |
| Cuz the Glock don’t fit |
| I am not like them |
| I don’t stop like them |
| I need drugs in the hood |
| I am not like them |
| I don’t stop like them |
| I need drugs for a hug |