Oncue - So What IF I Bleed lyrics
[Oncue - So What IF I Bleed lyrics]
There must be something in the way I feel
That she don't want me to feel
The stare she bares cut me i don't care
You see so what if I bleed
How they gonna hear me
If they can’t even feel me
If I rap over a (mille)
I don’t think they’ll get the real me
Go ahead try to kill me
I’m not buying it you can’t bill me
I’m just flying it off this filly
You not man you lily
All you rappers are so silly
Cos your girls sweat like willy
Man I really need to stop it
If I drop it you cop it
At the store with your whore
And she buy one two
Let’s bring it back like a DJ scratch one two
Call me Michael Johnson when all
These women run through
I’m just kidding I’m just spitting
Ain’t no writtens from goo
To all that ones that say yo man fuck you
Now you switch man you corny
Call your bitch when I’m horny
I know this game man you don’t gotta warn me
Man I still get my money
Ain’t a damn thing funny
Even though life crummy
Swear to God I’mma change it
Always the lamest in my head I was famous
Taking off in a vanquish
Can it be any clearer?
You doubtin me is like shooting
Yourself in the mirror
From MySpace with your camera
You a loser, I’m a pussy abuser
Please call me Ike Turner
The way I just turn ya out
Please be my learner
And I will be your teacher
Touch you like a preacher
I’m sitting on the top
And you under the bleachers
Shawty I won’t keep ya baby I just treat ya
They call me pussy please, r
Give anything you need uh
She just want some flavour and I’m a paprika
Look at this no budget
All these fucking features
It’s where I murder the speakers
And deliver the ether
Hate just scratch the surface
Baby I go deeper (hello)
Told you I was gonna rise
Again it’s motherfucking Easter
They said I wouldn’t feel like
Triplets in a two seater
Cam said the haters will
Motherfucking tweet this
Now my future’s bright and yours
Is grim like the reaper peace bruh
That she don't want me to feel
The stare she bares cut me i don't care
You see so what if I bleed
How they gonna hear me
If they can’t even feel me
If I rap over a (mille)
I don’t think they’ll get the real me
Go ahead try to kill me
I’m not buying it you can’t bill me
I’m just flying it off this filly
You not man you lily
All you rappers are so silly
Cos your girls sweat like willy
Man I really need to stop it
If I drop it you cop it
At the store with your whore
And she buy one two
Let’s bring it back like a DJ scratch one two
Call me Michael Johnson when all
These women run through
I’m just kidding I’m just spitting
Ain’t no writtens from goo
To all that ones that say yo man fuck you
Now you switch man you corny
Call your bitch when I’m horny
I know this game man you don’t gotta warn me
Man I still get my money
Ain’t a damn thing funny
Even though life crummy
Swear to God I’mma change it
Always the lamest in my head I was famous
Taking off in a vanquish
Can it be any clearer?
You doubtin me is like shooting
Yourself in the mirror
From MySpace with your camera
You a loser, I’m a pussy abuser
Please call me Ike Turner
The way I just turn ya out
Please be my learner
And I will be your teacher
Touch you like a preacher
I’m sitting on the top
And you under the bleachers
Shawty I won’t keep ya baby I just treat ya
They call me pussy please, r
Give anything you need uh
She just want some flavour and I’m a paprika
Look at this no budget
All these fucking features
It’s where I murder the speakers
And deliver the ether
Hate just scratch the surface
Baby I go deeper (hello)
Told you I was gonna rise
Again it’s motherfucking Easter
They said I wouldn’t feel like
Triplets in a two seater
Cam said the haters will
Motherfucking tweet this
Now my future’s bright and yours
Is grim like the reaper peace bruh