a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

black tux - king skam lyrics

(intro:)
check it out, check it check it out, (what!)
check it out, check it check it out, (yeah!)
check it out, check it check it out,(hah!)
check it out, check it check it out,(king!)
check it out, check it check it out,(skam!)
check it out, check it check it out,(yeah!)
check it out, check it check it out,(argh!)
check it out, check it check it out,(yao!)

(verse 1)
midnight at the parking lot, trunk full of crack
the duffle bag better be loaded with cash
the homies in the backseat, polishing the tec
fully loaded clip, rеady for whatever comes nеxt

i got an eerie feeling, somebody ’bout be set up
in too deep to let up, this is how the story developed
as we pulled up in my beamer, saw them cubans stashin’ heaters
just a bunch adolescences, who will never learn their lessons

went from teenage misfits with minor misdemeanors
to major felony dealers, if it’s too good to be true
it usually is, but yo, we’re pulled in cause we used to not having sh*t
now we buyin’ sneakers, gold cuban links, ballin’
turned to my homie, asked him where he know them from
he replied, “my stepbrothers, mother’s uncle, peter”
parked the car, but left the engine on, idle
on the dashboard is a bible
in a second i’mma find out who was lyin’

(chorus)
godd*mn, you just ran out of luck
blam*blam, you don’t want your daddy wearin a black tux
sl*slam, ready to meet the man upstairs
godd*mn, you’ll end up in your grandmas prayers (x2)

(verse 2)
hopped out the car, ‘got the stuff?’ ‘got the cash?’
‘let me see it,’ ‘nice beamer’, ‘thanks
let’s get it over with, it’s past 2 pm’
and i got bad b*tch waitin’ for me in my crib

make the exchange & make it quick
while i pop the trunk & get the brick, my homie ducking for cover
it’s all happening so fast, fbi was yellin’ freeze, my homie screamed
what about our deal, you promised me immunity

the tec jammed as i squeezed, feds shootin’ at the cubans
they shootin’ back at me, as i was fleein’ the scene
tires shot flat, my other homie dead, all over some green
bullet’s whizzin’ by, stray grazed my arm, barely made it out alive
can’t believe my day one snitched
cus me & the homies certified, they was watchin’ cus of certain ties
affiliated with the most dangerous minds
we go way back but it was payback time
no mercy, that’s why i took your sons life

(chorus)

- king skam lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular