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bijhan - grey skies lyrics

[intro: ludacris ‘sat-rday’ sample]
how you gon’ act like my neck don’t bling
how you gon’ act like my neck don’t bling
how you gon’ act like my neck don’t bling
how you gon’ act like my neck don’t bling
haters get sprayed like aftro-sheen

[verse 1: bijhan]
how you gon’ act like my neck don’t bling, yuh
ma always told me spread your wings, yuh
with the table gotta check what you don’t bring, ay
sitting in bed dreaming and hoping, care more about the music than clothing
kick ya split ya leave you in the gutter
hit ya won’t miss ya snap you like a shutter
doping loathing never find a lover
hoping ya going screaming bucka bucka
man i gotta stop and settle
i keep on milly rocking with the devil
i keep on bubbling like a kettle
if you taking stairs can’t get on my level
we devouring that lethal sour diesel
it’s my hour you minute like a measel
higher than a tower man don’t talk illegal
if you a coward you better stay peaceful
got lots of power just like the beatles
had the raps since fetal
grey skies up above nothing can beat that
snake eyes show me love try to defeat that
fake guys selling souls just for the weak raps
think imma go mainstream then your f-cking strain mean

[chorus: bijhan]
chilling with my dawgs go woof motherf-cker
getting loud till we tear the roof motherf-cker
like biggie said ‘gimmie the loot’ motherf-cker
h-ll.$.d tha squad we tha truth motherf-cker
chilling with my dawgs go woof motherf-cker
getting loud till we tear the roof motherf-cker
like biggie said ‘gimmie the loot’ motherf-cker
h-ll.$.d tha squad we tha truth motherf-cker

[verse 2: bijhan]
let’s play russian roulette with 5 bullets, i pull it
you rushing your raps slow it down, know your sound
you trusting the wrong side, you aim at the wrong guy
i’m so devastating that i’m making the song cry
chilling saying f-ck trump, gripping my nuts
if i had to be the one i’d be gripping the pump
with the barrel to his orange peel
then run him over in some foreign wheels
this is more than beef, this more than veal
chicken and pork, ay
kick in the door, ay
who want war like 1944, ay
your raps like dishes, sh-t is a ch0r-
swim with the fishes, stay beneath the floor, ay
haters get sprayed like graffiti
creative platform is what h-ll.$.d be
community and movement but never preachy
made by myself, tino and beau g
the homies
you already know we coming with that fuego
i can summon flames whenever i say so, ay

[chorus: bijhan]

[verse 3: bijhan]
sit down, spit crown belong to me now
rich clown, lit sound is done by me now
step back, get slap, better not get slack
dead in a second don’t bet that, uh
sit down b-tch try and stand up
lie and throw them bands up
if i point my finger you put your hands up
my crew heaven rejected godd-mn us
you’re all muscle but i get you cramped up
this end of the rainbow give you bad luck
c.r.e.a.m describes what traps us
never stop getting my cash up
that’s the mind state that i don’t wanna lose
play mind games on who i wanna choose
the time frame of what i wanna do
more limited than ye’s pair of shoes
i got my timbs’ on swagged out like a new york cat
if i die people will say it’s ’cause he fought back
to the bullsh-t that tries to bring draught
to our souls one day everybody gets caught
i’m a product of america like isis
i get life when i please
i can’t try and find a new st–z
i am high and dying with ease
why can’t dying come to me now
i can see sounds
you get three rounds maximum
before i teach how to pack a punch

[chorus: bijhan]

[outro: bijhan]
how you gon’ act like my neck don’t bling, yuh
ma always told me spread your wings, yuh
with the table gotta check what you don’t bring, ay
sitting in bed dreaming and hoping, care more about the music than clothing
how you gon’ act like my neck don’t bling, yuh

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