the come up - dr slay lyrics
[verse]
*paging dr slay*
i’m on the way
here to resuscitate the game
giving life to these b*tches
i should be gifted
on mother’s day
at least give a b*tch
a gift card or something
or maybe a basket of m*ffins
giving crumbs ,to you bumbs
with your hands out asking for verses
don’t touch me i’m sterile
shawty clean in this camero
gold dripping like she a pharos
b*tches obsessing like they carol
basking in my presence
bow before me you peasants
got these n*ggas on they knees
some one go call the reverend
save the date
putting these b*tches in they place
line em up at the alter
they praying that i show em some grace
it’s to late
sit down
ain’t no objecting this union
married to the music
my n*ggas toasting
like it’s communion
*yeah*
*yeah*
[chorus]
out here serving the feens
flow like cooked crack
a n*gga followed her dreams
and never looked back
selling these b*tches the dream
getting her waist sn*tched
she ain’t the girl of my dreams
just a hood rat
in the kitchen i’m whipping
but the vision is different
we playing the same game
but got different positions
in the kitchen i’m whipping
but the vision is different
we playing the same game
but got different intentions
[verse 2]
bird b*tches is chirping
and these n*ggas is lurking
twitter fingers
y’all wizards in curtains
that ain’t oz
no that’s odd
y’all putting on a facade
and acting like y’all are god
when we both know whose in charge
last time i checked
y’all ain’t give me this breath
come correct
with every move that i step
imma make sure that i flex
you can be certain i’m next
i’m bound to go down with the best
it’s only a matter of time
i got a bomb strapped to my chest
kaboom
n*ggas scatter the room
laying n*ggas in tombs
n*ggas is tripping
they must be ventilating the fumes
air em out
no one
will hear you shout
you know it’s hard to yell
when the barrel in your mouth
*bring em out, bring em out*
*bring em out, bring em out*
*bring em out, bring em out*
*its hard to yell when the barrels in ya mouth*
*hu*
[chorus]
out here serving the feens
flow like cooked crack
a n*gga followed her dreams
and never looked back
selling these b*tches the dream
getting her waist sn*tched
she ain’t the girl of my dreams
just a hood rat
in the kitchen i’m whipping
but the vision is different
we playing the same game
but got different positions
in the kitchen i’m whipping
but the vision is different
we playing the same game
but got different intentions
Random Song Lyrics :
- bang bang sing sing - nakatomi plaza lyrics
- dark magic - ghost town lyrics
- thoughts - whitener lyrics
- literal dead island riptide trailer - tobuscus lyrics
- lisbona - viito lyrics
- ультразвук (ultrasound) - gspd lyrics
- bred for murder - beneath the marrow lyrics
- the hour - impaled peach lyrics
- oblivion - em harriss lyrics
- slice 'n dice - nolan maxwell lyrics