Slaine
Slaine - Say It Twice songtekst
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[Verse 1:] Hey yo I'm sitting in a kitchen and I'm pitching my plans For anybody listening, what you ain't listening man? [? ] fuck all the jewellery on their wrist or their hand Cause I ain't down for the glitz bitch, I'm pissed at the glam But I can capture a moment like a flick of the cam High Planes Drifter with my dick in my hand Walking six feet of sand, I'm talking whiskey and grams Smile for your girl, that's why the world is missing me man And imagine up in Heaven, Devils wishing me dead Calling me evil but this ain't no publicity scam All of the people saying that they wish that he'd scram And stop acting like a rebel with a fist in each hand Fucking raw dog giving me the itchiest pants Go ahead and tell the label I'm no risky advance Mr. Six-Figure when I mix liquor and I disfigure Anybody talking shit saying, "Who is this wigger? " A mixed drink stiffer than Christopher Reeves And get deep throat make a bitch hiccup Everybody put your hands up, this is a stick-up Thick in the club, who is sicker than us? [Chorus:] They call me Mr. Mr. Chop Chop, jump shooter pop pop Dump Rugers in a fucking river, fuck a cop cop Chitty chitty bang bang, I know how to play it right Shitty shitty Slaine Slaine, I ain't gotta say it twice Call me Mr. Mr. Chop Chop, jump shooter pop pop Chitty chitty bang bang, I know how to play it right Shitty shitty Slaine Slaine, I ain't gotta say it twice [Verse 2:] So tell me how in the world I could be shit on now There's no stopping me, you could put the kid on trial They heard me coming with the flavour sick of bit on styles So get on the bus but bitch you'd better sit on down I'm pitching fire at you, put your mitt on, pal [? ] I'm lonelier than [? ] cell Got a perch up in Heaven that I sit on well Rapper fuck a movie, hock a loogie, spit on Hell Yeah, that's my steez homie, this ain't even nothing to me I don't even smoke crack, I'm just into puffing oolies I ain't gonna pull back with the DMS squad We can spare a couple but we leave the fucking rest scarred God Bless God, guess you never ever know If the shit is hitting hard like you Sarara O I could scare a scarecrow when I smoke a bag of 'dro Coming out the underground and I'm dragging you below It's a catastrophe, yo his agony is broke Never lagging like the other ones who's dragging feet in snow [? ] hit me up with the banging beat I know It's like I'm on a corner pitching blow in six feet of snow I got my pitching game right so get my name right This is a bad move, man this is Slaine's night I maim mics, it's like they think I ain't right Slaine 9/11 plane, man you want to [? ] [Chorus]