Testo 47 - Downfvll feat. Sugs
Testo della canzone 47 (Downfvll feat. Sugs), tratta dall'album 47 (feat. Sugs) - Single
Im kinda running through a desert like im lost in Alabama
There ain't too much im good at, apart from spitting like a lama
I mean woah she fine even in her pajamas
I don't know, i might just hit that like a drummer
Barcode, double silver pistol 47 and
I got a fiber wire, got it prepped up in my denim
I don't fuck with all these hoes, like i never met em
I come in with the thunder, with the mask on, im like Kennen
Always ready
I trained like Yujiro
Hit him once i'm betting, we can say it's all she wrote I
Always leave a card, and we ain't talking Yugioh
And i got way too many problems, i ain't sure they fixable, no way
And i ain't quitting til i get myself a big ass mansion
Get some bitches dancing
Call it dedication, cos im never resting
All i want is their attention, not their understanding
Im toxic
What she call poison, i call medicine
Now im done with you, i found better, ain't no comparison
Im changing, im on some Optimus shit
So now im leaving, i ain't telling her, im dropping em hints aye
Fucking around, i gotta say, it's fun, but only for a while
Rather fuck some shit up, calling Marcus, now we locked and loaded
Looking around me, all i see is fakes and i can see for miles
What the fuck is up with that, i need to switch up my surroundings
And i did
Now it's worse than before
Demons knocking, i don't know i might just open the door
And when i bring em down, i won't soften the fall
Aye im pretty fucking sure that you won't see me when i
Come in with the
Barcode, double silver pistol 47
And i got the fiber wire, got it prepped up in my denim
I don't fuck with all these hoes, like i never met em
And i come in with the thunder, with the mask on, im like Kennen
Always ready
I trained like Yujiro
Hit him once i'm betting, we can say it's all she wrote I
Always leave a card, and we ain't talking Yugioh
And i got way too many problems, i ain't sure they fixable
Less days in the light than drinks in the night
Don't come to my place with a plate, better luck at the Chow Hall
Make space for the boss, know Downfvll my dog
On god, know I got him til my downfall
Barely made the door check, pills strapped to my chest
Bag hang like a mother fucking outlaw
Throw a line through the S, yes yes
Just collect my ten percent, pay homage, and I'm out ya'll
It's not impersonal, but perpetrators
Say and guess my attitude could leave a bitch wishing
Though they're wrong, cause I could introduce the side to the wife
And in a night could see the two french kissing
Yeah I'm such a bad bitch, I'm like Emily in Paris
But if Paris was some Ricks, so elegant yeah
Got links on the cuff, rolled size of a tusk blunt
Ripped from the tip of an elephant head
Leave the set if there ain't ket inside the green room ready
Read the print, it listed it in my contract
Every track is like a planet or like putty in my hands
I'm making people pray to me and then I never come
Back
Been meaner, ex out in public
Stevie Wonder, imma swear I don't see her
Team leader, me myself and I
Set our trophies on the shelf where you can see 'em
I trained like Yujiro
Hit him once i'm betting, we can say it's all she wrote I
Always leave a card, and we ain't talking Yugioh
And i got way too many problems, i ain't sure they fixable
(No way)
Credits
Writer(s): Maëldan Wilmet, Jacob Matthew Sugars
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