a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

dave - 6 minute freestyle lyrics

yeah, yeah

thin line between history and hysteria
never judge a car or a woman by the exterior
range rover, leather interior, superior
i could be afraid but i could never be inferior
anglo arms on my prada crossbody
i’m a lost boy, i need deliverance asap
we all know animals
yours are stray cats, mine are a+cats
we got the food here but it started in the states like shake shack
somehow i still put the laid in laid+back
it’s like lipton, they’re tryna put the boys in a tea pack
opps see us on a map, they got an orbital vsat

tst i’m coming in with the street team
it’s f+cked up how a man k!lled loney
we used to both kick ball for our colleges b team
we used to just talk about girls in the canteen
some days i feel like i’m chasing a bad dream
i walk through the valley of the shadow of death
my toes black i got gangrene
jumped out of bed like i slept on a trampoline

tryna get this money is the way that i’m programmed
afraid that somebody find warmth in my cold hands
i don’t like slow jams, cause i feel like i don’t deserve romance
my mind is f+cked up, my grind is f+cked up
absent dad, can’t miss what you never had
but then again, people born blind still wonder
i got n++++s inside so my perception of time is f+cked up
i feel like my spine is f+cked up
i’m schizophrenic i still might switch
if i pass down my hustle i could leave my kids nothing and they’ll still be rich
[?]
i done made eight figures off recording these bars
and touring with stars
i need anti depressants for the doors on my cars
i need anti depressants for my hollowing heart
listen, you ain’t gotta like me, you ain’t gotta respect me
you ain’t gotta accept me, but you gotta expect me
don’t let it affect me
cause when i couldn’t stand, it was god that kept me
even with a bad knee i’m still a king like ledley
i got robbed by wesley
i was overly friendly, and look where that led me
success made my own biggest supporters resent me
and the people that i grind with, the people that left me

free jolly, that’s sodium on cocaine
he’s known for changing a key like john coltrane
how ‘bout i l!ck you then rap about it on my page
all of a sudden you’re a bar like
my combo’s fake, from the moment i wake
diabetic but i’m grinding like i’ve got no cake
i crashed the car i designed, and it does make sense
if it’s anything like me, then it got no brakes
fought knife crime and had mine on me incase
guess i’m a bad preacher like t.d. jakes
we could’ve mixed if you had cdjs
i got affray, but honestly i’m glad it wasn’t gbh
i want a good life, is that overzealous?
i want a steak with a venison, house in venice
i want the gates and terrace
my comedown’s mighty, make cocaine jealous
i’m pain embellished
how the f+ck i’m ever gonna see my crew do better?
with muskets that look like vuvuzelas
two nutellas, chocolate, her heart is precious
she bad, and her neck f+cked like carlos tevez

just looking for a bad b+tch who eat her rice and cabbage
my life was savage, escaped that with minor damage
nowadays i move solo, book a flight to paris
i carry luggage i don’t carry baggage
before i made it happen and my life was lavish
it took a turn for the worse, but that’s a rite of passage
lamborghini, black spyder, it’s a miles morales
gymkhana for a curry that ain’t hard to manage
we do indian when it suits her like kamala harris
but underneath the fame i find it hard to manage
heart is damaged, i’m telling you my heart is damaged
it’s like i’m staring at the ceiling but the glass is shattered
i swear, tryna stay sane that’s the hardest

there’s no evading that
i went to dinner with a weapon and there’s no escaping that
i ain’t even being sassy but i really ate with that
i had dreams of me breaking america
we linked with jay+z, did sunset dinners with james blake
how you getting money and you’re still in the same place?
when i was in the ends i never did it to save face
there’s light at the end of the tunnel but i’m in love with the dark
it’s all i had when i was struggling hard
this ain’t 2016, bro you’re stuck in the past
you can’t see that we’re stuck in the charts
and we’re stuck in their hearts
and the women and the wine are both coming from france
i ain’t even gotta ask, you gonna come with a glance
see a baller grab his b+tch when i walked in the dance
he did a good job guarding her he’s watering plants
this [?] that i’m putting on a wall in my yard
it’s like a restaurant, this sh+t that you would call in advance
i got the masters i ain’t have to hit a ball in the grass
it’s no wonder why they call me a star
it’s no wonder why you hate me with all of your heart
one cl!ck, and i ordered a car
or i ordered a [?]
or i ordered a +

f+ck it i’ll just get to the point
i’m 27 now i feel like
n++++s been saying that i deserve it
from when it was serving
and we had our gas guns converted
fast forward, now it’s + i’m willing to purchase
i know sh+t looks sweet on the surface
have you ever bought + just to manage the morale of your workers?
attempted murders
monkeys, birds, we got gorillas in a cage it’s like i’m running a circus

i got arrested for possession
and i wouldn’t even look at your b+tch twice, so think twice
the drink nice so my plug he’s calm
really made a name here flying women abroad
i’m putting models in coach like i’m lillian cahn
i got a good couple milli in art
but who’s counting, not me i lost out
i’m a man of my word
i’m a fan of your work
i would’ve loved that campaign but i ain’t wearing a skirt
a black man must have a voice, you know i got to have a choice
i give a f+ck if it’s fashion you can’t emasculate me
no f+ck that, the 16 gonna handle it
you can hold a poke in two legs, it’s on aggregate
wifey, if i’m being candid i got candidates

i don’t give a f+ck if her p+ssy shaven i’m grown now
fat p+ssy nadia
hit me with a landing strip, we in laguardia
i taught her what she know so we apart i’m still a part of her
trust me, you aren’t a failure
we had class b for sale before dark and flavours
made a k!lling in them glasses like de’arra taylor
if your b+tch headed to you tell my dargy taylor
hit a n+++a, rapz will follow suit like my darg a tailor
la bodega negra
i could show you how to make a hater

but first you gotta be a worker, i had to be a worker
jussycash he the villain
we don’t need another hero, ask tina turner
i don’t f+ck with insta models cuh their too entitled
and they + but that’s another story
she can’t even hold the wood or hold this something for me
and you want a cc bag? babe it ain’t even that
you’re dead wrong if you think you’re graduating a class
i’m going peppa’s in brooklyn, no need to serve me
i like my women from the bronx ‘cause them girls are dirty
she ain’t even flexible she had to 7:30
said i like her hair straight but it’s better curly
see ‘em talking on the net but it don’t ever hurt me

i buy my girl the same bag in every colour
and then i get her spares just incase she ever loses one
so imagine what i’m putting on when my shooters come

yeah, yeah

- dave lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS