h.i.m, the sage too lit for the intro şarkı sözleri

1 shot 2 shot 3 shot four Spit these bars with the drink I pour Treat this beat like a pitch I score Pop this seal pour it up, I soar Better come strapped homey this means war Got a vest and a tec, with a bomb c4 'Fore you come at me nigga please be sure No games, real shit mehn I'll leave you sore Got the power like I'm James saint Patrick Bars, flow, rhymes mehn I'm bout to pull a hat trick In a hotel with a drink and a bad bitch Get too lit she might do it pornographic Claim she Catholic, boobs like plastic, grab my tactics Feeling ecstatic, off with the fabric Bout to make magic, dick with a full clip semi automatic It's ridiculous, when I'm spitting it's venomous And they know I'm benevelous, feeding rappers I'm generous, do this shit with some eloquence Don't you test my intelligence, it's evident I'm your eminence, your highness, your president And the stu is my residence, what you ask is irrelevant Been a god I knew ever since, and this music is pertinent Gotta give it my full percent, way too high I need to decent To be known is the true intent Too lit, Better not touch my shit Too lit, mehn I just copped that whip Too lit, better not touch my bitch Too lit, new chain just watch my drip Too Lit, Better not touch my shit Too Lit, mehn I just copped that whip Too lit, better not touch my bitch Too lit, new chain just watch my drip Too lit, lemme just catch my breath You ain't ever heard about the Sage I bet Whenever I get upon the stage I get Way too hype man i lose my sense Ypszn I got too tense Had to take a breath at the back of the tent Felt week at the knees at the same time blessed Triple v put me on, we got love till death Overcome the obstacles Push through we do the impossible Too sweet man you niggas like popsicles Way up mehn Im feeling unstoppable Good greens, man I'm all about my vegetables Take one then I get comfortable Lemme take it back to the basics, face it Legendary you cannot erase it, trace it, back like I'm neo in the matrix Wasted, brought two pills lemme taste it Place it on my tounge, weed lemme lace it Braces with the ice cold now you lay sick Spaces left to fill best is what they seek Races, on the lane watch till I make it Graveyard shifts, i might work to death Just come correct, before you approach the best I slit your necks, I'm done now it's thank you, next I pack a vest, a nine with a loaded tech, I came to wreck These boys be like what the heck, leave nothing left But y'all better go to check, I cash a cheque Then dip just before I get some nasty sex I'm gone be back in a sec Too lit, Better not touch my shit Too lit, mehn I just copped that whip Too lit, better not touch my bitch Too lit, new chain just watch my drip Too lit, better not touch my shit Too lit, mehn I just copped that whip Too lit, better not touch my bitch Too lit, new chain just watch my drip
Sanatçı: H.I.M, the Sage
Türü: Belirtilmemiş
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Şarkı Süresi: 2:40
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