niños de rap suecos - gimmie dat art lyrics
[intro]
*paras, paras*
*paras, paras, paras*
[chorus: paras, ivyes & tikka masala]
lil’ b-tch really f-ck it up
coming in hot like a motherf-cking truck
i mean we ain’t from the hood
me and my friends was like “for the greater good”
i ain’t got no time
what’s a nickel without a dime (mama fazer)
hamlinz is the god
it’s ya boy paras on the prod’
[verse 1: ivyes]
i’ve been eating beans in the phillippines
by all means, limousine turning green
now we getting protein
gotta stay with the flow
gonna pray for you ho
i’m like “bay where you go?”
she gonn’ pay for her dough
red light, green light
f-ck on a clean flight
f-ck for the lean, right?
stuck in the queens sight
i been wearing ice
feeling real nice
oh so spice
say it twice
big yikes
i pull up the big dice
rolling three, five, six, then i pack the kit
going home to my mama, with my lick hit
got a dolla’ in my pocket byring extra socks
got another buyin’ b-tter, and i’m gettin’ rocks
oh here is real chill
’bout to pop a beat pill
oh this the real deal
living is a big thrill
last bar
fast car
money in the swear jar
baby do the strip, from the hip, then i zip y’all
[verse 2: tikka masala]
imma pull up on the opp-block
pop ’em heads with my 9′ ting, mob ting, mish mash ting, detty ting, stick ting, wap ting
issa dead up innit
i got bare gyally peng tings
i clap ’em slags’ battys when they give me the uckaz ting
then i go to the cat sell ’em peng charlie bits, and get them p or p’s
tw-t
you’s a neek
you’s a wasteman
you ain’t no active
you only w-ss man
[bridge: tikka masala]
got flashed by a fed, sh-ts ments
i dip him with my ramsey, ‘nough said
put him in my 4 door, do the obo (obo)
this ain’t no f-ckery (aah)
[verse 3: paras, tikka masala]
i remember, back in december (december)
in 2012, we ate a cuc-mber, that was my brothers, that he saved from november
it was all fun and games, until he called my mother (what?)
and said
“my cuc-mber’s f-cking gone, i’ve been waiting to eat that sh-t all day long. why didn’t you abort that f-cker he’s so dumb? (dumb)
i hate my brother he does everything wrong!”
to defend mysef i’m gonna say that i put it on a pizza and i ate it off my visa
my neck ain’t on a freezer cause i’m young i don’t know how to rita
vilgot eats a pizza while he beats his meatsa
look we can tell, that you are falling apart
so please join the rebels, and scream “gimmie dat art!” (gimmie dat art)
[bridge: ivyes]
boi give me that art
stop being smart
i did a fart
three, two, one start
[chorus: paras, ivyes & tikka masala]
lil’ b-tch really f-ck it up
coming in hot like a motherf-cking truck
i mean we ain’t from the hood
me and my friends was like “for the greater good”
i ain’t got no time
what’s a nickel without a dime (mama fazer)
hamlinz is the god
it’s ya boy paras on the prod’
[outro: paras, tikka masala]
yah
ayy, ayy, ayy
sheesh
sheesh
sheesh
yeah, yeah
blueface, baby
sheesh
det där var carry
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