Lila, Melbzz - GC Underground lyrics
[Lila, Melbzz - GC Underground lyrics]
Tame poppin in, here to wingot a grin
Tracks you spinweak as tin
Apart of the 7 sins, yeah
Step into my lair, see me in
My chairnot givin a care, hairy as
A bearthat's my flare, you wouldn’t dareI'm
The mayor of this citygetting litty
Suckin yo bitches titty
Snuggle up wit her kitty
No question why she wid meshe
Here for the big D
Make here squeal with glee
When she sees me on TV
Her pussy drippy, it like daddy lick me
Her bean gets the flick
Then I give her the kick
Hit up Brock to snort the fat rock
Get that lock jaw, then hit the d-floor
I want some more, visit my plugs store
He's got that raw, pick up four caps
This shit's off taps, you know I’m on that
Mic, spittin like a dyke
That doesn't know left from right
Hah yo gotta hit fast, grip it tight
Bouta rip that mic! Show
Em who's tight, when these rappers
Start comin I'll be prepared
I'll be gunnin I ain't scared
Jumping like I'm ric flair, rockin
Like I'm Dave grohl, all these kids don’t
Know, I’m prepared to dethrone any actor
Claiming to be a rapper, anyone fake I'll
Eatcha like a fat girl on cake
Here to devastated and Reillustrate
The rap game
& restore it to glorious fame, taking
It back to the original Way
You’ll see my name on day!
Let's take it back to the days
Where people really sprayed and
Didn't na na na in all they ra ra raps
I wanna see the facts
I wanna hear some tracks that
Ain't all about ya
Stacks, or about how many hoes ya
Sniff out rack, that shit wack
Show me were them real mcs
At! Until then I’ll just
Keep writing more facts! Yo I'm
Out with that aghhh
Stuck on the east coast gC, Queensland
Livin as a fuckin ghost like i'm damned
Gonna make the most yuck lil fat lamb
Before i turn to toast shoot shots like nam
Its time for me to roast
Reppin 4214 steppin my gas
To the floor never seen last
Out the door not an easy task
To ignore you try to mask
The hate you bore as if you a nark
Im explorin herblore
Ignore the law smokin the bush
Hot enough to thaw the best kush
You can have one cone not any more
An ounce to push or smoke, or bake
I toke away my day by the lake
Your bitch, we bukkake
If you're unlucky, the sitch is kinda fucky
Eat her up, eat her up, fried kentucky
My bars, like exquisite cars
You probably won't get one
True fans, these bars'll send you to mars
Weight in ton, I'm done
Tracks you spinweak as tin
Apart of the 7 sins, yeah
Step into my lair, see me in
My chairnot givin a care, hairy as
A bearthat's my flare, you wouldn’t dareI'm
The mayor of this citygetting litty
Suckin yo bitches titty
Snuggle up wit her kitty
No question why she wid meshe
Here for the big D
Make here squeal with glee
When she sees me on TV
Her pussy drippy, it like daddy lick me
Her bean gets the flick
Then I give her the kick
Hit up Brock to snort the fat rock
Get that lock jaw, then hit the d-floor
I want some more, visit my plugs store
He's got that raw, pick up four caps
This shit's off taps, you know I’m on that
Mic, spittin like a dyke
That doesn't know left from right
Hah yo gotta hit fast, grip it tight
Bouta rip that mic! Show
Em who's tight, when these rappers
Start comin I'll be prepared
I'll be gunnin I ain't scared
Jumping like I'm ric flair, rockin
Like I'm Dave grohl, all these kids don’t
Know, I’m prepared to dethrone any actor
Claiming to be a rapper, anyone fake I'll
Eatcha like a fat girl on cake
Here to devastated and Reillustrate
The rap game
& restore it to glorious fame, taking
It back to the original Way
You’ll see my name on day!
Let's take it back to the days
Where people really sprayed and
Didn't na na na in all they ra ra raps
I wanna see the facts
I wanna hear some tracks that
Ain't all about ya
Stacks, or about how many hoes ya
Sniff out rack, that shit wack
Show me were them real mcs
At! Until then I’ll just
Keep writing more facts! Yo I'm
Out with that aghhh
Stuck on the east coast gC, Queensland
Livin as a fuckin ghost like i'm damned
Gonna make the most yuck lil fat lamb
Before i turn to toast shoot shots like nam
Its time for me to roast
Reppin 4214 steppin my gas
To the floor never seen last
Out the door not an easy task
To ignore you try to mask
The hate you bore as if you a nark
Im explorin herblore
Ignore the law smokin the bush
Hot enough to thaw the best kush
You can have one cone not any more
An ounce to push or smoke, or bake
I toke away my day by the lake
Your bitch, we bukkake
If you're unlucky, the sitch is kinda fucky
Eat her up, eat her up, fried kentucky
My bars, like exquisite cars
You probably won't get one
True fans, these bars'll send you to mars
Weight in ton, I'm done