Negash Ali - Resurrected sangtekster (lyrics)
[Negash Ali - Resurrected sangtekster lyrics]
Oh, baby, i’m resurrected
Billy Walsh’s in my entourages, fuck suit's
Dark arts in my call log
why you tryin bond bruh? I don’t trust you
Nigga I’m Dutch Schulz
Why you playing Russian Rou
Why you wanna fucking feud?
We don’t play by the book
Nigga fuck ya rules
Unless it’s laws of the power
Jars of the powder, vibe gatsby’esque
Jumping on planes, we en route
Jumping on planes, we en route
Nigga go Denmark to London to Paris 2 US
I speak about 4 languages fluent
I’m a motherfucking student
Used to fuck my teachers
It ain’t made it to the news yet
All up in the Warner
Building giving mean faces
Add commas to my statements
Holla at my agent, dolla 4 I replace ya
Ego like Nino, Simone, I speak up
That speaker is blown
I could make Rita Orhhhhh
Arrividerci do you speak Milan
Negash a Habeshi fuck ya protocol
I’m just getting it on till my visa
Withdrawn 4 they deport a bra
I’ll bet u the very dude telling
Me I was a retard
Didn’t know that he was dealing with a savant
Can’t wait to come back in
The streets I was born
Speeding in cars and I’m
Screaming out the roof
Can we play good
I’m here to teach you one play
Oh, baby i’m resurrected
You know that voice slaps
More wants more I’m a fucking spoiled brat
Come over here sit up on ya boy lap
Ya whole crew looking like a boyband
Ya ain’t street boy, y’all backstreet boy
My niggers got psychosis from that hashis oil
Running round looking like ya pack heat boy
Running round looking like a swap meet boy
Fuck suit's we the new rocafella
Get in a nigga face make him do macarena
Right left or center - Ya money or
Ya bitch and uh what a dilemma
I got no sense I got nothing to
Lose what do you want me do?
I used to be most humblest of dudes
This game made me crazy
Swear it made me kuukuuuu
Aruba, aye, James brown on ya
It’s a man’s world bitch lay it down for me
Take a bow for me
Misogynist why you massaging dick?
Crowdsurfin in a moshy pit
Ya ass drier than a Cosby skit
Flying round here with a cocky bitch
Simon says she’s a sodomist
Red wine and I got the blues like Ray
Boombaye man I root like clay
Nigga don’t move it’s the boondock saints
I seduce like a cruel Sade
The flute I play, now that boomslang snake
Man it soon vibrate
Every blue moon I pursuit like Blade
You blue
Eyed niggers with that voodoo game, uh, ah
Aye
Can we play good
I’m here to teach u one play
Uh baby, i’m resurrected
Billy Walsh’s in my entourages, fuck suit's
Dark arts in my call log
why you tryin bond bruh? I don’t trust you
Nigga I’m Dutch Schulz
Why you playing Russian Rou
Why you wanna fucking feud?
We don’t play by the book
Nigga fuck ya rules
Unless it’s laws of the power
Jars of the powder, vibe gatsby’esque
Jumping on planes, we en route
Jumping on planes, we en route
Nigga go Denmark to London to Paris 2 US
I speak about 4 languages fluent
I’m a motherfucking student
Used to fuck my teachers
It ain’t made it to the news yet
All up in the Warner
Building giving mean faces
Add commas to my statements
Holla at my agent, dolla 4 I replace ya
Ego like Nino, Simone, I speak up
That speaker is blown
I could make Rita Orhhhhh
Arrividerci do you speak Milan
Negash a Habeshi fuck ya protocol
I’m just getting it on till my visa
Withdrawn 4 they deport a bra
I’ll bet u the very dude telling
Me I was a retard
Didn’t know that he was dealing with a savant
Can’t wait to come back in
The streets I was born
Speeding in cars and I’m
Screaming out the roof
Can we play good
I’m here to teach you one play
Oh, baby i’m resurrected
You know that voice slaps
More wants more I’m a fucking spoiled brat
Come over here sit up on ya boy lap
Ya whole crew looking like a boyband
Ya ain’t street boy, y’all backstreet boy
My niggers got psychosis from that hashis oil
Running round looking like ya pack heat boy
Running round looking like a swap meet boy
Fuck suit's we the new rocafella
Get in a nigga face make him do macarena
Right left or center - Ya money or
Ya bitch and uh what a dilemma
I got no sense I got nothing to
Lose what do you want me do?
I used to be most humblest of dudes
This game made me crazy
Swear it made me kuukuuuu
Aruba, aye, James brown on ya
It’s a man’s world bitch lay it down for me
Take a bow for me
Misogynist why you massaging dick?
Crowdsurfin in a moshy pit
Ya ass drier than a Cosby skit
Flying round here with a cocky bitch
Simon says she’s a sodomist
Red wine and I got the blues like Ray
Boombaye man I root like clay
Nigga don’t move it’s the boondock saints
I seduce like a cruel Sade
The flute I play, now that boomslang snake
Man it soon vibrate
Every blue moon I pursuit like Blade
You blue
Eyed niggers with that voodoo game, uh, ah
Aye
Can we play good
I’m here to teach u one play
Uh baby, i’m resurrected