ncyron – blur pop scenic – yo’owncrime lyrics lyrics
”yo’own crime remix”
(blur pop scenic ft. timopha)
[hook:]
tell ’em in yo’own crime
these niggas don’t wanna turn up in they time
they might be wanna turn up in they own b-tch
(own b-tch)
these niggas don’t wanna turn up in they own shit
(own shit)
i ain’t give chance to turn up with me; oh my
(oh my gaad)
ye ain’t coming back my clique got you exile
ye told me you ain’t comin’ with yo own b-tch
these niggas don’t wanna turn up in they own shit
(own shit)
[bridge 2x:]
f-ckin’ with your own line, f-ckin’ with your b-tch
and f-ckin’ their own time, f-ckin’ their shit
i never give you chance but you trynna get the answer
you ain’t comin’ back ’cause you a nigga snitch
[verse 1 – ncyron:]
turn ’em in yo own line
yo remeber when i told you i was gonna be the talk up
in yo own town
you told me ye ain’t comin’ with yo own b-tch
young nigga wanna be the next king better listen
to my trap shit
nigga turn werewolf at the moon-light; they ain’t real human
at the night time
your pride is you limit, yo faker, backstabber
yo gettin’ your howlin’ to the moonlight
disculpa to my fella’s lo siento
and you ready to play with me bien-venido
yo dare me, i’m current, no hate and no love for you
i come after the rain like the rainbow
but then niggas keep suckin’, i’ll be on top of your mountain
i’ll be the last of your countin’
i’ll be the captain
i’ll be the water of your fountain, i’ll be the sign of eruption
shou’out madonna; shou’out my nigga we on ’em
shou’out my girl daddy gangster; she turn momma daughter
now we on top of the matter, now thema viva pinata
[verse 2 – joe fingga]
3ny3 na mode3 mo se mo mind
afe3 3ba ne s3n na mo de monsa egu moti so esu maama ye
s3 mo claime s3 mo monte
afe de3 moagye mo 3ni su, hw3 s3 ode nensa 3si ne boso 3fe
mo sore a dede so mo ni hwe
fingga dabia ma y3 busy, mo bo mo ho asafo hene
nanso y3 bi3 mo so a empty; yeah, we run over the city with
niggas; yeah, we chillin’
dabia wo b3 fa bia scenic, ’cause we’re blessed from heaven
nigga you know it
s3 wony3 m’af3, nigga you know it
real habour city boy, nigga you know it
y3 sore a y3n kasa, but they know it
wo y3 na y3n bo fua 3nde3 nobody
[bridge 2x:]
f-ckin’ with your own line, f-ckin’ with your b-tch
and f-ckin’ their own time, f-ckin’ their shit
i never give you chance but you trynna get the answer
you ain’t comin’ back ’cause you a nigga snitch
[verse 3 – timopha:]
i’ve got the midas touch, anythin’ i touch turns to gold
turns to gold
i’ve got gold nugget, gold gold nugget
i need a hyssap, put a murf-ckin’ hands up
tattooed in my chest; ”key of david” tattooed in my chest
my adrenaline is pumpin’
shalom, shalom; i’ve been in shalom
shaolin monfon
let’s get ready to rumble, lion in the jungle
this some dope shit, nigga i’m dope
this some coded shit
i need some coden, i’m codin’
so tell me your code, this an area code
punchlines k!llin’ the beat, rhymes oozin’
c4 till we die, till we die
[hook:]
tell ’em in yo’own crime
these niggas don’t wanna turn up in they time
they might be wanna turn up in they own b-tch
(own b-tch)
these niggas don’t wanna turn up in they own shit
(own shit)
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