JID, EARTHGANG - Liverpool lyrics
JID [Destin Choice Route] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
EARTHGANG [Olu, WowGr8] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[JID, EARTHGANG - Liverpool lyrics]
You gotta work
You gotta work hard just to be good
Fuck being great, so imagine greatness
We gon' be great"
I told that bitch to get with
Me cause I'll be 21 forever
Skippin' cross the globe, baby girl
What the fuck is bad weather?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
He jumped up out the hood, what
You thought he ain't wan' go?
I told the motherland I'll be back
You ain't know?
Skate, open the drapes
Silhouette, not a face approaches
With a plate full of crepes
Grapes with the blunt to chase
Teeth paste, lay waste, lay pipe say grace
Regular George would say that's dynamite
JJ damn kids, Bebe, damn JID
Ate the whole state
Put the straw in the great lakes
Fuck these steaks, tryna get overseas
Talking shit over trees
Bumping Maurice king's treason
Thieves in the night if you readin' it right
We breed kings and knights, I'm
Still peepin' the sights, huh
Flabbergasted over the lights
Seen these niggas swagger jackin'
Over the night that old shit you keep
But this time won't be nice
You hit me one time, second time gon' be like
The worst death since Michael
Shots say Columbine
Shoppin' at boutiques in Niece, I gotta find
The dopest unique that speaks
What's on my mind
Feelin' like I left my cleats
I gotta climb in 'em blind
Please show me how to get to
Or maybe where to find, oh gladly
My London gal call me her American daddy
Reflex, no gaggy she fuck with the mind
The tattoos and the swaggy
I gladly give her the whole bone like Lassie
But if she fuck another fella
She dead like Old Yeller
She deader than Helen Keller
I kill her, I really kill her i'm chillin'
I'm really feelin' myself and
I'm really spillin'
I'm spillin' the whole cup, tell me
Have you rolled up?
JID got the alligator grip on your whole butt
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
No, bruh, I'm ready to get this money
I need more with these White girls who
Snort lines like they don't need noses
Spill' Ville billboard's posters
Need notice, notification of bosses
Like Meyer Lansky
You fancy pants fans can't stand me
J-ID, baby, and the I's for eye candy
Y'all don't understand me
This is for my niggas
Who say "Fuck understanding"
Standing under rain with my toes in the sand
Lightning playin'
This shit sound like Coltrane
You gotta snatch this mic from
My cold dead hands
And probably still have to fight
The old dead man
I told that bitch to get with
Me cause I'll be 21 forever
Skippin' cross the globe, baby girl
What the fuck is bad weather?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
He jumped up out the hood, what
You thought he ain't wan' go?
I told the motherland I'll be back
You ain't know? Now usually I don't do this
Usually, I be tucked off in
The corner looking foolish
Have everybody saying "Man, who, who, who
Who this?" tryna' stick to myself like
Some praying hands or some crashed aliens
And I dance it like Zendaya dance
Woo, holy ghost don' got me shiverin'
Tilted with the top with just
A little off his rocker
He tryna paint his life
His future brighter than his father's
Crazy, how could they start him?
JFK with the pardon listen, I play it often
It whistles on through the dark
See, we be def starring your clan
Missing the mark
I be waiting on ya early like
I'm 'posed to play the organ
Cleaner than a rubber duck, what the fuck?
Mommy suck, daddy yelled "Please
Oh, please! Please, oh please!"
So we can find it
And it's hard to stay with us we just bleed
We just bleed out the eyeball radius
The crimson tears of growing up
I'm super lifted off that Eucalyptus
Watching all my foolish visions
Come into fruition
While you losin' business, you stupid nigga
Them copy-cat maneuvers ain’t conducive
To your movement, nigga
Eating cooch for dinner while
She do the dishes
Direct a choir in my sex attire
Look at your neighbor
Tell your neighbor "Pull her dress up higher"
Just like Elijah when I profit
Ain't no bush on fire
Still ain't believing what he's leaving
Is he a 5 percenter? Kinda hard
To Identify when he’s high
Spittin' and his eyes flicker
Then the sky opened up and
That lightning hit him i'm like "Damn
I might actually sound alright on this one"
We camping realer than a jungle in
The night on this one and I’m just chillin'
Imagine me off of my prescriptions
Bring your camera
Your brain might deny your business
Said bring your camera
Your brain might deny your visions
Spillage Village! I have no life
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up