- BROCKHAMPTON HEAT (DRAFT) 歌詞
- BROCKHAMPTON
- Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
That's the first one to go
The first shot I blow,
Who done called the cops on my niggas ?
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Shotta, shotta
Who be that, the number one shotta?
Put a missile on you when Im on your blocka
It no be thing,
No be issue when Im off it, off it, Im off it
I got the magazine for the pistol
For any politician talkin shit, givin issue
Another black man in the street, its official
We riding out the spirit, we go another pistol
Huh, fuck, another cop car
Cop coming on my block for the answers
Bitch, I only got a few questions
Fuck it, pon mi mommy and mi bredren
I hate the way I think, I hate the way it looms
I hate the way the things I say incinerate a room
I know I'm tryna change, that shit dont ever work
Just end up more broken down than when I started
And that concrete always hurts too
Started thinking I ain't meant for life
But that's too deep
Falling up into the ceiling while I'm drowning
In shits creek of my emotions trying harder to be open
Talking bout release dates,
I'm trying to make it to tomorrow
Internal honesty could be the hardest pill to swallow
So I need two shots of everything
That's on the fuckin menu
I'm dancing by myself,
Setting fire to the venue, motherfucker
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
That's the first one to go
The first shot I blow,
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Fuck you!
I'll break your neck so you can watch your back
Fuck you!
I'll break your neck so you can watch your back
I'll break your neck so you can watch your back
Fuck you!
I'll break your neck so you can watch your back
Fuck you
My old friend fucked my girlfriend, I should've shot him
Pray to God about him, man, I hit the lotto
Yeah, my bitch got badder, shit, my ass got badder
And I forgave them bitches, so now it's off to millions
I been fucking sinning, hit the forehead
Chest, left, right, I'm grinning, asses on the ceiling
And I got mirror feelings, for all you lil demons
Yeah, you see the chain, fore all yall changed on me
Rearranged on me, suck a dick about it
I hope you get offended, and this ain't clean shit
This is pissing off the yacht with my bitch on me
Wearin mink on me, sippin Cris' on ya
Bet ya life on it, I came to fight for it
(Came in, raided all yall pockets
And your bitch came in and rubbed up on me
I'm burning rubber, I pulled up on you)
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