SALEM - Krawl lyrics
[SALEM - Krawl lyrics]
I say fuck it
They sayin' really we ain't havin' it, nah
I'm like you don't know the half of it
And if you standing stupid
Waiting for an ovation
Well then bitch, Imma have to clap at ya, bam
I hope that you could walk it off
It's really a shame you can't
Duck down a little faster
Now you on ya knees like ya
Bowin' to a master but
This ain't slavery, nah
You ain't shit to me, nah
You ain't piss to me, uh uh
You ain't spit to me, nah
Your bitch? Well, she can suck a dick for me
If I get it up for that old dirty dirty
I give her no presents, money or concern
On 7-Eleven cause she can have a cold Slurpee
Straight line of drugs and money, honey
There's no curvin'
There's no swervin', I'm so certain
It's so careless
For any lame who ain't with this shit
It's so urgent
Let me help you out, I won't take it serious
That's why when I spit this sick
Shit it will make you furious, but stop
Let me take you to a new dip
Through the woods and glitter that's the
Place where you can find it, but look
Lyin' in this new spot
Someone scared as hell, taped up
There's no masquerades
How you make police a call and
How they track your phone when it's
Laying there in pieces brah?
Hah, I'm laughing cause I know
I got a funny fact
I wanna see your face once you
Realize that you ain't coming back, oh
I'm so much colder than snowcaps
And if that global warming shit is
Real I still won't go bad, yeah
And then that sound from that right hand
Make you think of Rubble's daughter's friend
That's Bamm-Bamm
And now lemme get some final thoughts (yeah)
Fuck it I take you to the water trough (damn)
I'm no good, nig', I'm so hood rich
I so shouldn't, I so wouldn't
What the fuck is this?
I really- fuck is this?
They sayin' really we ain't havin' it, nah
I'm like you don't know the half of it
And if you standing stupid
Waiting for an ovation
Well then bitch, Imma have to clap at ya, bam
I hope that you could walk it off
It's really a shame you can't
Duck down a little faster
Now you on ya knees like ya
Bowin' to a master but
This ain't slavery, nah
You ain't shit to me, nah
You ain't piss to me, uh uh
You ain't spit to me, nah
Your bitch? Well, she can suck a dick for me
If I get it up for that old dirty dirty
I give her no presents, money or concern
On 7-Eleven cause she can have a cold Slurpee
Straight line of drugs and money, honey
There's no curvin'
There's no swervin', I'm so certain
It's so careless
For any lame who ain't with this shit
It's so urgent
Let me help you out, I won't take it serious
That's why when I spit this sick
Shit it will make you furious, but stop
Let me take you to a new dip
Through the woods and glitter that's the
Place where you can find it, but look
Lyin' in this new spot
Someone scared as hell, taped up
There's no masquerades
How you make police a call and
How they track your phone when it's
Laying there in pieces brah?
Hah, I'm laughing cause I know
I got a funny fact
I wanna see your face once you
Realize that you ain't coming back, oh
I'm so much colder than snowcaps
And if that global warming shit is
Real I still won't go bad, yeah
And then that sound from that right hand
Make you think of Rubble's daughter's friend
That's Bamm-Bamm
And now lemme get some final thoughts (yeah)
Fuck it I take you to the water trough (damn)
I'm no good, nig', I'm so hood rich
I so shouldn't, I so wouldn't
What the fuck is this?
I really- fuck is this?