- BROCKHAMPTON ST. PERCY 歌詞
- BROCKHAMPTON
- -Verse 1: Kevin Abstract-
I'm the same one you seen in the classroom, aye
We was chillin' in the stall makin' crowds move? aye
Young K still posted in the A like a braid
No chain? ya boys got what make my neck ******' bang
Hanging on your speaker? banging on your speaker, baby
Need to find a reason to make you believe me, baby
Young Nolan? Playstation, controlling
Send 'em just to get out my head, and when it is over
Roll over your soldier, no coaster
I toy 'em back whenever the storm is over
Send it back up them boys, wanna feel the clover
No closure, never reply to full orders
My ***** so sculpture, such a short quota
Police pull up on me, boy, I kept that cold shoulder
Cup runneth over for a hunnid orders
All I got is pennies, still want me to ******' flow, bruh
-Chorus-
There is no love in the ghetto
Money, money, we are just getting get go
There is no love in the ghetto
Money, money, we are just getting get go
Ooh-oh-ooh, oh, oh
-Verse 2: Matt Champion-
How you do that boy, devil I'm bamboozled, yeah
Legs go up behind the head, like leopard and push it, huh
Give us space, we gon' drop, call it Grand Canyon, huh
She goes back, blow a fuse out the damn canyon
Circus olé, okay (Yeah), roli (Whoa)
Pull a, slide that (Uh), pull gate (Hm), low blow (Ooh)
Dancing like a dodo (No), asking for, say snow globe (Ayy)
Slip inside the corridor (Yeah), make me go so loco (Yeah)
Made you look, I'm silly (Uh), call me wild thing (Uh)
She got strings all on her neck, just like a violin (Ah)
Upgrade that [?], when that venom sting (Hey)
I sound better than a ************' [?], man
-Verse 3: Dom McLennon-
Run up a check, run up a check (Mhh, ahh)
It's all a mess, it's all a mess (Mhh, ahh)
And they keep on hittin', my *****s ain't quitting, they wait 'til it drip (Wait 'till it drip, mhh, ahh)
Don't get on my list, mhh, ahh, I'm in front of your busi, mhh, ahh
You seein' me rap but I watch how you work, then I keep you convinced, mhh, ahh
Smokin', I might got habit, you know we comin', get tragic
Money another made, *****, we hold all our money in the mattress
For ya, better get savage, takes away all of your panic
[?] how you take bigger pick up, [?], and it's madness
-Verse 4: bearface-
Uh
You got big boy money like you ready for war
You be talkin' like you really gon' run that though
You be runnin' like the snart dreamin' if we know
That's that ice cream, sugar, that ******* though
And this **** gon' bounce like my **** off your dome
And you know these boys deep, we ain't fittin' in it though
And my dogs they bark, Michael Vick on fourth
But this **** long gone, why you hit my phone? Whua!
-Bridge-
See how full it is, homie
See how real it is
-Outro: Merlyn Wood-
Murder man, murder man
Someone better hold me before this **** gets ugly
Murder man, murder man
Someone better-
Murder man, murder man
Someone better-
Murder man, man
Someone hold me b- **** gets ug-
Murder man, murder man
Someone better hold me before this **** gets ugly
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