Текст песни Rumors - T.H.C (The Harlem Child)

Uh huh yea
Uh world
Rumors
Blowing smoke everybody got something to say
If you want that
Rumors
Talking out they ass
Let's get it

Rumors rumors
Everybody talking like they know shit (know shit)
Haters tryna interrupt my focus (focus)
Pull up on a nigga they like oh shit (oh shit)
Make me blow shit
Tired of all these rumors rumors
Niggas who don't know a thing about me (bout me)
Don't you end up lifeless over clout b (clout b)
Say you ready for that
That's some shit I doubt b (I doubt it)
I bring it out b
Murder off a

Rumors turn to funerals where nobody is viewing you
Blood inside my cuticles
I'll box you like a cubicle
Feel like that is suitable
I'll even buy the suit for you
Nina make a musical
Pop out and blow the flute at you
Murder on the scenery
What you think you mean to me (nothing)
Make it happen easily
I chef it up and eat the beef (chef)
Said that's what you wanted
So I gave you what you needed b (what you need)
Nigga are you dumb
Glock hit you with a ged (Nigga are you dumb)
Promising you gon learn nigga
Put you in a urn nigga
Kill you like a germ nigga
Sleep with dirt and worms nigga
If ya man concern nigga
He can get a turn nigga
Shooter like a Uber pull up leave you on the curb nigga

Buda bye buda bye buda bye
You missing vini vici
Buda bye Buda bye Buda bye
Hokus pokus when you see me
Buda bye Buda bye Buda bye
You missing vini vici
Buda bye Buda bye Buda bye
Hokus pokus when you see me

Rumors rumors
Everybody talking like they know shit (know shit)
Haters tryna interrupt my focus (focus)
Pull up on a nigga they like oh shit (oh shit)
Make me blow shit
Tired of all these rumors rumors
Niggas who don't know a thing about me (bout me)
Don't you end up lifeless over clout b (clout b)
Say you ready for that
That's some shit I doubt b (I doubt it)
I bring it out b
Murder off a

I don't do the x and o's (nah)
Smoking on the Texaco (yea)
Cock the pole and hit you finger fuck the triggger sexual
Let my gun talk
And it's so damn intellectual
Bullets are perpetual
Leave you like a vegetable
Anybody get it man
This ain't one directional
He can get it
She can get it
Speaking what ain't credible
Barney in the rubble
Yea it's yaba daba doo time (yaba daba)
Say it in the dark
It come to the light in due time
Fold you like a futon
Tripping like a cruise line
Wet you like you pool side
Just for playing two sides
Abra kadabra
You gone gone vanishing
Madder and madder
They shit ain't moving mannequin
Shit on these bastards
The opposition panicking
No cap they cappers
Cap until my cannon spit

Buda bye Buda bye Buda bye
You missing vini vici
Buda bye Buda bye Buda bye
Hokus pokus when you see me

Rumors rumors
Everybody talking like they know shit (know shit)
Haters tryna interrupt my focus (focus)
Pull up on a nigga they like oh shit (oh shit)
Make me blow shit
Tired of all these rumors rumors
Niggas who don't know a thing about me (bout me)
Don't you end up lifeless over clout b (clout b)
Say you ready for that
That's some shit I doubt b (I doubt it)
I bring it out b
Murder off a rumors