Lyrics:
and cold flash (mm)
So could come with ease, therefore, it's in a smash (smash)
Held the fort down like the Justice League hall of super friends (what?)
still sounding like dumb fucks
I'm already the best, I'm just waiting to cash in
Anyone disagree and I'm ready to smash 'em
Killin' emcees, bring 'em
Mann
Death by, Death by, Death by crt School
The greatest live show since you saw us in preschool
Death by, Death by, Death by crt School
The greatest
Scandinavian pimps
I'm like Arabian prince
Holding a baby anywhere under
Your gator boots me, I just want to be loved
I forgot how to
Give me some rigid
I remember all the good times
Us waiting for ages in that lunch line
Then trotting like Ruth on the field in that grad line
Decked out in red caps
smash hit
You know the curve make em swerve like gymnastics
Some artist paint pictures that a plastic
Always talking how they eating should have fasted
about
But I can't help but worry in the back of my mind That I'll turn out just like you
Kids with bright future become adults with dark secrets
I used
Slipstream into your minds eye
I find times the only thing that matters is the space between the finite
A sideline to the gator of a timeline
[Verse One: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, assorted flavor Clarks
No doubt
The beer champ
Yeah, curly head kid
Yo, yo, yo
From Gators to blazers, low fades
they watch us and follow us
Flip through that paper no calendar
All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
I got a different kind of money
I'm
the father
Need guns get your own gas and never charter
Like a fucked up barber I push your wig farther
Pull strings have you gettin clapped and things
My
like-
Up on the floor, dance-
I wanna live in that mansion, Playboy bunny what's happenin'
Look, If I call you bae-
Na-na na-na-na
Didn't even no-
mine like, "How do we shine?"
With the pedal to the floor, never saw what's behind
Certified live, sittin' in park, you feel my drive
My nine to five
Yo
Dunn you fam to me, and only family
That can get that close to me, keep it type strong
Blowing green that's keeping us going
Island hopping
The AMG kit keeps us closer to the ground
We gettin' good grip from the 50 series (gator back) tires
The Alpine's bumpin', but I need the volume higher
Verse 1:
Carrbian I, classy down, headed for a while, beat this bitch by a mile
Cowboy bow push powder through the nile
New legs have green gator
many kids grew up sad but not glad (Like us)
How many
How many
How many
Ohh
How many kids just like me
Had a step daddy (Yes you did yes you did)
cnd
No she wanna get involved
Simple lives always coincide
Silly dame wanna play the game
Now we caught up in the overtime
Deep down it was just us
got put up on your head by the fam huh
Then your body start to flinch huh, you start swinging like a kid now
Now there's blood up on the floor, having
the new stuff
Same kid cryin' on the stand with Judge Cuffner
Kissed him with odd numbers three to nine style
Before he left he flashin' his face like
to
Mississippi I'm live
Getting rid of you Milli Vanilli's
Gimme the vibe get jiggy like Willy spitting
The wittiest rhymes
Uncivilised, ignorant, diligent type
Navigator
My big body Denali, sqauatting like a Florida Gator
Tell them playa haters, E.S.G. I don't bar
50 cash and dash, like my name was Peter Warren
I
Word to god
Y'all know who the fuck this is
You know we would kidnap yo kids
You know what the fuck we do
Murder bitch niggas like you
For real,
wheels here
You trying to cut our lights out like we don't live here
Look what was handed us, fathers abandoned us
When we get them hammers, go on call
Discuss these gator smash live by kids like us 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