paroles de chanson OCTANE - Yung SV , LuminBeats

And you'll never fucking know

Time to laugh in your face bitch
All black fit wit a fucking mace bitch
Cool down we gon find you a replacement
No sound when you hit the fucking pavement
Like clown you ain't stepping on no great shit
Late slip, handouts for these mother fucking basics
I held it down for the people I don't hate, shit
I spread the gas, octane, get your face lit

Don't you ever stop the beat or bitch you'll be deceased
Painting hella pictures but you lying through your fucking teeth
Fuck all the internet beef, you get tweaked
I ain't even gotta do shit though you a tweaker
Pull up to your spot and break heads with my 9 millimeter
I ain't talking guns, I'm talking bout my fucking beaker
Why you get so mad like bro you knew she was a schemer
Scare the shit right outta you I knew you were a screamer

Time to laugh in your face bitch
All black fit with a fucking mace bitch
Cool down we gon find you a replacement
No sound when you hit the fucking pavement
Like clown you ain't stepping on no great shit
Late slip, handouts for these mother fucking basics
I held it down for the people I don't hate, shit
I spread the gas, octane, get your face lit

Why you talking tough?
I pull up to your house and all I see is that you duck
You told me that fucking with my ex you sounding cuck
You like it when I nut up in that bitch before you fuck
What the fuck is up?
You pull up with the strap, oh yeah you better keep it tucked
'Cause my draw is quicker than a cowboy in Canuck
You got some painted horseshoes up your ass 'cause how the fuck
You think you're gonna fake your way to fame now that's some luck

Time to laugh in your face bitch
All black fit with a fucking mace bitch
Cool down we gon find you a replacement
No sound when you hit the fucking pavement
Like clown you ain't stepping on no great shit
Late slip, handouts for these mother fucking basics
I held it down for the people I don't hate, shit
I spread the gas, octane, get your face lit