Buks - Love and War paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Love and War - Buks



Yeah
What's the cool thing to be talk about
'Cause I don't really smoke much
Got into the culture real late
I'm talking really post-Dutch
I don't know how many ways to slice it, man
I don't give no fucks
If you gettin' fired on national it's gets dark, Omarosa
They tried to rope me from my ankle
Had to focus on the fam-o
Didn't know me from the stone
I told 'em I wanna grow some fuckin' Lambo
They say it gets cold at the top
Stay in your lane, you pot cold, we get cutthroat
I swear I had to post him a pack
Sprayin' my pop's paco to get tight though
So deep down it I'm ruthless
Leaps and bounds on my two six
Keep the fountain of youth in
Peace to guys who could do this
See the rise of Volusius
There's no guy who's a nuisance to me
Get him excited, excited, excited
And then we just might introduce 'em to beef
Then we goodnight 'em, goodnight 'em, goodnight 'em
And that was just ninety per cent of you thieves
Get a good writer, good writer, good writer
Get rid of the sign of indelible cheese
'Cause we recite it, recite it, recite it
You sound like you might be identical chief
Then you gon' fight it, you fight it, you fight it
You find out it might have got Senegalese
The medical reads, you might have got cold feet
My hand on the bible, I'm jumpin' off mountains
And landing on both feet
I swear they gon' see it just standing there frontin'
No sittin' in nosebleeds
I fear that I'm sittin' and blowing my own horn like I was Mo-T, uh
What's the cool thing to be talk about
'Cause I don't really smoke much
Got into the culture real late
I'm talking really post-Dutch
I don't know how many ways to slice it, man
I don't give no fucks
If you gettin' fired on national it gets dark, Omarosa
They tried to rope me from the ankles
Had to focus on the fam-o
Didn't know me from the stone
I told 'em I wanna grow some fuckin' Lambo
They say it gets cold at the top
Stay in your lane, your pot cold, we get cutthroat
I swear I had to post him a pack
Sprayin' pop's paco to get tight though, oh
I got some paraphernalia from the homies, yeah yeah yeah
I'm talking Iggy Azalea's, Amber Rose's, yeah yeah yeah
I got the radio playing so fuck it, all this, yeah yeah yeah
I can't get rid of your face up in my emojis
Last night we clicked it you told me you're not in the mood, yeah
I am not gettin' responses but I'm seein' blue text
I will not be held responsible for what I do next
Six bottles in me, I'm rushin', that's Russian for roulette
I got the picture in my mind of wedding rings, thought about it early
We agreed some early thirties
Now the scene got you seein' some three thirty-fives
Now you givin' me dirty vibes
Stop givin' me dirty vibes, let's fight for a second
We, we live and die, let's die for our message
Love and war the only two things real-ah
Everything in between just filler
I walk into your house, beat bo fence killer
The soundtrack will be that song named "Thriller"
I can't wait for you to get to know Godzilla
These motherfuckers gettin' thrown by a singer
('Cause love and war's the only real shit)
(These motherfuckers gettin' wild)
('Cause love and war's the only real shit)
(These motherfuckers gettin' wild)



Writer(s): Ntokozo Mazibuko


Buks - Pegasus
Album Pegasus
date de sortie
28-07-2017




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