Huskii - Melted lyrics
[Huskii - Melted lyrics]
Ricky got me feelin crippy
Got me singing Jimi Hendrix
Tyna pull a string
Elton John when I push a key
Lookin' Pusha T as I'm pulling in
Big calais with the rims looking like
Exactly what my daddy shoulda been
Too busy with the sharps bin while the
Sharks fin circle where he swim
I can smell the blood from miles away now
Everybody food I like to wear a bib
We ain't spinning blocks, we only do it once
Make phone call sayin' yeah habib
Where I been up in the main
Tryna hold my head high while
She bear our kids
With a fake smile on a Skype call
Tryna hide my scars, I'm never baring skin
White boy no Corleone
When I tell 'em that I grew up with the mob
I ain't goin back to jail again
I promised Lana I won't screw
Up with the job
On the west coast in the shadows
On my Tom n Jerry tryna put in bigger crops
I got big fish with a little belly and
A bigger eye up in my city lost
(Doing laps)
Silly man
Silly man doing laps, figure skating bro
Figure skating, we speed skating with pride
Cunts are just doing laps
Ricky Bobby in the commy got me
Sippin' coffee with a fucking Dumbledoor
Wizard with the whippet bet I told him
When I see him next he better come with more
You'll be rewarded
Plenty brothers wanna run the ball
And come in short platform 9 and 3 quarters
While I'm in this black Porsche with
A white key and green mortgage
I'm a beast for this, peeps saw this
All my family eating three courses
Sydney city spitting Ghetto Gospels
Feel like Spanian I could
Write the streets' chorus
John Cena
Ain't nobody seen us but we throwing
Elbows every week for this
I was weak before this eating beans
To get to sleep for this
Suffer for my art, I'm running from the past
Coming from my heart on everything I do
Mud up in my glass, all my brothers fast
Ramadan with the stick 'n' move
You can't pick 'n' choose
It's been four years
Three lagging since Body Bag
Sleeping in the booth
Now I'm out here getting six figures
Off the shit I do
(I really am)
Got me singing Jimi Hendrix
Tyna pull a string
Elton John when I push a key
Lookin' Pusha T as I'm pulling in
Big calais with the rims looking like
Exactly what my daddy shoulda been
Too busy with the sharps bin while the
Sharks fin circle where he swim
I can smell the blood from miles away now
Everybody food I like to wear a bib
We ain't spinning blocks, we only do it once
Make phone call sayin' yeah habib
Where I been up in the main
Tryna hold my head high while
She bear our kids
With a fake smile on a Skype call
Tryna hide my scars, I'm never baring skin
White boy no Corleone
When I tell 'em that I grew up with the mob
I ain't goin back to jail again
I promised Lana I won't screw
Up with the job
On the west coast in the shadows
On my Tom n Jerry tryna put in bigger crops
I got big fish with a little belly and
A bigger eye up in my city lost
(Doing laps)
Silly man
Silly man doing laps, figure skating bro
Figure skating, we speed skating with pride
Cunts are just doing laps
Ricky Bobby in the commy got me
Sippin' coffee with a fucking Dumbledoor
Wizard with the whippet bet I told him
When I see him next he better come with more
You'll be rewarded
Plenty brothers wanna run the ball
And come in short platform 9 and 3 quarters
While I'm in this black Porsche with
A white key and green mortgage
I'm a beast for this, peeps saw this
All my family eating three courses
Sydney city spitting Ghetto Gospels
Feel like Spanian I could
Write the streets' chorus
John Cena
Ain't nobody seen us but we throwing
Elbows every week for this
I was weak before this eating beans
To get to sleep for this
Suffer for my art, I'm running from the past
Coming from my heart on everything I do
Mud up in my glass, all my brothers fast
Ramadan with the stick 'n' move
You can't pick 'n' choose
It's been four years
Three lagging since Body Bag
Sleeping in the booth
Now I'm out here getting six figures
Off the shit I do
(I really am)