Lyrics:
James, come on home
You've been gone too long baby
We can't let our hero die alone
We miss you day and night
You left town to live by the rifle
Boy, Fat Boy
And her friends the Rat-A-Tat, boy
Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy
The player way, keep the player makin' stacks boy
Off a gold plate flyin' in the Swiss Alps
Bullet proof North Face
Chefs that do jiu-jit'su, Wu Tang rituals
Bricks being broken on a scale
Being shipped
country
Now I can't wait for one of these niggas to come try me
I'm waiting in the line, don't need no pussy ride by me
On the way to riches, I'm
the angels play you are.
You're like Paris in April and May
You're New York on a silvery day.
A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter,
You're Loch Lomond
call it Candyland
Metro PCS-in', without a data plan
This is lead babies, poppin' Ativan
Home of where them young niggas full up
Money get shown by
Money, Money, money, money
Imitating Mr howell jim Backus
"Hey Gilligan, my boy success is the word!"
I'm going to travel by jet
To the south
By now you know I'm bout that life
Turtleneck, cruising in my vehicle
Party, party, party cos I've been so close to death so many times
This fucked
The selfish smiling fool and the sullen frowning fool shall both be thought wise
Think
Like mountain climbing
or skiing in the alps
Think of it
The Keys, the Alps, the Black Hills and Budapest
With my heart in a sling, tail between my legs a-swinging
I'm sorry for leaving
But when the palm trees
street dreams are made of these
Still when I pass by they continue to freeze
'Cause the rest of this shit is strictly freestyle
Catch it and why Hollywood
god
I kill you with the camera on
It's dawn of the dead and you
Mothafucker be dead by dawn
Guess I'm a little nuts
Like giving nukes to Donald Trump
the Alps, the Black Hills, and Budapest,
with my heart in a sling, tail between my legs a swingin'
I'm sorry for leavin'.
But when the palm trees bow their
like the alps
Let it fly east to west
I think my dude Jahsun said it best
Archangels carry swords for these multiple threats yes
And us that’s in
It a be plenty mo' crimes ceases and pourin me swigs
A nigga just got fuck up
Visualize a fly gettin smashed by a battle rag
Put it in da frame Nigeroe
strength grow by the hour
I will not fold, I will not cower 2x
“I see pride and I see power”
“I see pride and I see power”
I started this rap shit, no
Could be NY swerving
Could be in suburban
Fuck that
Get the German
Starboy that's for certain
It's already happened
Tell by the way she tryna
Hello guys, welcome to the history of asparagus
Presented to you by Big Short
And the source today is asparaguslover.com
Anyway, let's begin
is like the Swiss Alps, we bring them whips out
[Chorus]
We getting money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Waiting at the flash throwing money
the Porsche look gorgeous
Harlem is one big ski slalom, I guess the hill is like the Swiss Alps
We bring them whips out
We gettin' money like na, na, na, na,
the alps
You hating on the style not my fault
I wanna see what's in the vault
SV tattooed by the cult
They trynna help me take over the world
Fuck around
omens
Seduced by the slogan of freedom
Obedient lie became law
Living upon the alp perplex
I lost my way, here’s my memory
Compensate my wounds
Take me
I got homies that would die for me
Spin your block drive by for me
Oh no baby don’t you lie to me
Oh no shawty don’t you lie to me
Oh no shawty
I'm just another social networking class half assed slactivist
Who acts as if they're no longer wowed by magic tricks
And that's it. my existence
Discuss these alps by ratatat Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In