paroles de chanson Who'da Thunk It? - Embis

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Who woulda thunk it?, bruh?
Not me, definitely not you

Who woulda thunk it? Ridin' 'round with my fuckin' music thumpin'
If you will bump it soon then I blew my trumpet and grew to somethin'
Who woulda thunk it? Whinin' clowns with all of these rude assumptions
Prove you cunts are stupid, if you don't like it, then you can suck it
Who woulda thunk it? Ridin' 'round with my fuckin' music thumpin'
If you will bump it soon then I blew my trumpet and grew to somethin'
Who woulda thunk it? Whinin' clowns with all these rude assumptions
Prove you cunts are stupid, if you don't like it, then you can suck it

If I think it, then I write it, from thesis to a science
Everything that the haters sayin', it seems that I defied it
I'm seein' through the blindness, thought he could never find it
My weakness, I apply it, this frequency I defined it
Paper pieces that I write in, or weepin' and I'm cryin' into covers
Seems to be only sheets that I will confide in
These weeks are goin' by and the speed is multiplyin'
My dreams are not expirin', feast on beats 'till I'm dyin' then
Confined in these walls, when COVID hit
Cannot lie, I was dyin' for a walk, but so much shit
I could write 'till I fall, 'cause no more bitchin'
From my parentals, no homework then by
That time so enthralled by dope ass spittin'
That I got involved and wrote some writtens
Then I just evolved from dull admissions
And lyin' 'bout my flaws to woker visions
Supplyin' to a cause, not codependent
On my inner thoughts, I'm goin' big and
When I get a call, you'll know I did it

Who woulda thunk it? Ridin' 'round with my fuckin' music thumpin'
If you will bump it soon then I blew my trumpet and grew to somethin'
Who woulda thunk it? Whinin' clowns with all of these rude assumptions
Prove you cunts are stupid, if you don't like it, then you can suck it
Who woulda thunk it? Ridin' 'round with my fuckin' music thumpin'
If you will bump it soon then I blew my trumpet and grew to somethin'
Who woulda thunk it? Whinin' clowns with all these rude assumptions
Prove you cunts are stupid, if you don't like it, then you can suck it

Now, how many wins I got? You can write down the tally
They say hip hop went south? Guess it's right down my alley
Roll With It records and Yeo, time to pipe down and rally
Our troops for you and shoot, we can fight down the valley
Now, I know y'all don't know me, but you 'bout to uncover
'Cause if you fuck with my signees, then I pounce too, we brothers
I mean, we kind of like Siamese the way we bound to each other
Because when one of the guys lead, we all hound on you fuckers
I could rap about rappin' or I could rap about other rappers
Rappin' bout rappin', or cappin' bout cappin' to grab some clout
But I feel you rappers rapped it out, so hell I'm supposed rap about?
I put on the robe and cap and gown, bitch, graduated from actin' out
Or braggin' 'bout a poll that I ain't even pack around
Talkin' so much shit on my records, I gotta pat you down
If you comin' to chill, won't catch me lackin' now
I'm back to spout the truth in my tracks
So loud that you have some doubts

Who woulda thunk it? Ridin' 'round with my fuckin' music thumpin'
If you will bump it soon then I blew my trumpet and grew to somethin'
Who woulda thunk it? Whinin' clowns with all of these rude assumptions
Prove you cunts are stupid, if you don't like it, then you can suck it
Who woulda thunk it? Ridin' 'round with my fuckin' music thumpin'
If you will bump it soon then I blew my trumpet and grew to somethin'
Who woulda thunk it? Whinin' clowns with all these rude assumptions
Prove you cunts are stupid, if you don't like it, then you can suck it