METAMORPHOSIS
I'm a pimp, hoes fallin' for the pimpin' rap game
Slowly hit the tempo, just enough to keep these bitches tame
Make it rain, hop a nigga dick, bitches suckin' dick
Make it quick, off my dick, yeah, I took the fortune
Bankroll other hoes, just a victim that I chose
Memphis fuckin' killers, whoa, I be boning other hoes
Niggas wanna learn the game, but keep talkin' shit
I just want the treasure, man, I'm feelin' they ain't it feeling it
Сломанный ублюдок, я родился в рефлексии
If you wanna be a bitch, then I never wanna see ya
Я поставил ей диагноз, необходимость в терапии
All 'em people need us, 'cause they know I'm a playa
Отражение во снах твоих, я сонный паралич
Моë касание летально, в сердце холод, будто Lich
Я порезался о стёкла, почему не вижу лиц?
В себе новое отличие я раздвоил, будто GLitcH!
Как к тебе я отношусь, в твоём обличии очнусь
Снова мой метаморфоз, меня мучает невроз, поток угроз
В страхе ловишь передоз, экран не показывает пульс
Скоро будет рост, скорость замедляет дождь, себя ощущаю lost
I can be a ghost (сука)
I am never close, yeah
I can do the most girl
Meta-metamorphosis
Never stoppin' for a second
Gonna die like a red rose, black rosе, fuck hoes?
N-N-Never overdose, I'm a wild rose, white rose
Feelin' comatose I wanna cut throats, death row
Мир заточенный во лжи, снова сбил себе режим
Тебе хочется уйти, сука, просто не дыши
Расскажи, кем дорожишь, сука, тише, тише
Тише, тише, тише
Wait, wait, wait
Like damn
Shawty said she love me she delete ain't worth my time
You can throw away them minutes lil baby ain't wasting mine
If you thinkin' that you widdit like shawty then get in line
'Cause I don't got time for the bitches
I'm making money makin' bread lil bitch I run to the riches
And I do not got time for friends because they movin' suspicious
I heard they always fucking talkin tell 'em play their position
And if you run up on me lonely you gon need a physician (wait)
I don't really wanna talk
Tell 'em watch where they speak
Better watch where you steppin' if you walkin' into me
Better play yo position if you cannot keep up to speed
And I feel like I'm bigger, you just a part of the machine
(3-50 on the dash when I pull up in the whip)
And I'm huntin' for a bag when I pull up with the clip
Motherfuckers always talkin' but they never sayin' shit
Heard they lookin' for a problem motherfucker don't trip
Don't trip, don't fall, I don't really wanna blame you
Heard they said that I was changing but that's really what the fame do
Life changed why the fuck what I still be the same don't
Motherfuckers always talkin'
But I'm chillin' with the same mood (Wait, wait)
With the same mood (Ay)
With the same mood (Yeah, wait)
With the same mood
I'm a pimp, hoes fallin' for the pimpin' rap game
Slowly hit the tempo, just enough to keep these bitches tame
Make it rain, hop a nigga dick, bitches suckin' dick
Make it quick, off my dick, yeah, I took the fortune
Bankroll other hoes, just a victim that I chose
Memphis fuckin' killers, whoa, I be boning other hoes
Niggas wanna learn the game, but keep talkin' shit
I just want the treasure, man, I'm feelin' they ain't it feeling it
Slowly hit the tempo, just enough to keep these bitches tame
Make it rain, hop a nigga dick, bitches suckin' dick
Make it quick, off my dick, yeah, I took the fortune
Bankroll other hoes, just a victim that I chose
Memphis fuckin' killers, whoa, I be boning other hoes
Niggas wanna learn the game, but keep talkin' shit
I just want the treasure, man, I'm feelin' they ain't it feeling it
Сломанный ублюдок, я родился в рефлексии
If you wanna be a bitch, then I never wanna see ya
Я поставил ей диагноз, необходимость в терапии
All 'em people need us, 'cause they know I'm a playa
Отражение во снах твоих, я сонный паралич
Моë касание летально, в сердце холод, будто Lich
Я порезался о стёкла, почему не вижу лиц?
В себе новое отличие я раздвоил, будто GLitcH!
Как к тебе я отношусь, в твоём обличии очнусь
Снова мой метаморфоз, меня мучает невроз, поток угроз
В страхе ловишь передоз, экран не показывает пульс
Скоро будет рост, скорость замедляет дождь, себя ощущаю lost
I can be a ghost (сука)
I am never close, yeah
I can do the most girl
Meta-metamorphosis
Never stoppin' for a second
Gonna die like a red rose, black rosе, fuck hoes?
N-N-Never overdose, I'm a wild rose, white rose
Feelin' comatose I wanna cut throats, death row
Мир заточенный во лжи, снова сбил себе режим
Тебе хочется уйти, сука, просто не дыши
Расскажи, кем дорожишь, сука, тише, тише
Тише, тише, тише
Wait, wait, wait
Like damn
Shawty said she love me she delete ain't worth my time
You can throw away them minutes lil baby ain't wasting mine
If you thinkin' that you widdit like shawty then get in line
'Cause I don't got time for the bitches
I'm making money makin' bread lil bitch I run to the riches
And I do not got time for friends because they movin' suspicious
I heard they always fucking talkin tell 'em play their position
And if you run up on me lonely you gon need a physician (wait)
I don't really wanna talk
Tell 'em watch where they speak
Better watch where you steppin' if you walkin' into me
Better play yo position if you cannot keep up to speed
And I feel like I'm bigger, you just a part of the machine
(3-50 on the dash when I pull up in the whip)
And I'm huntin' for a bag when I pull up with the clip
Motherfuckers always talkin' but they never sayin' shit
Heard they lookin' for a problem motherfucker don't trip
Don't trip, don't fall, I don't really wanna blame you
Heard they said that I was changing but that's really what the fame do
Life changed why the fuck what I still be the same don't
Motherfuckers always talkin'
But I'm chillin' with the same mood (Wait, wait)
With the same mood (Ay)
With the same mood (Yeah, wait)
With the same mood
I'm a pimp, hoes fallin' for the pimpin' rap game
Slowly hit the tempo, just enough to keep these bitches tame
Make it rain, hop a nigga dick, bitches suckin' dick
Make it quick, off my dick, yeah, I took the fortune
Bankroll other hoes, just a victim that I chose
Memphis fuckin' killers, whoa, I be boning other hoes
Niggas wanna learn the game, but keep talkin' shit
I just want the treasure, man, I'm feelin' they ain't it feeling it
Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Valentinovich Belozerov
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