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 #

spacestorm - dissonance lyrics

[chorus: sp+cestorm]
yeah, yeah (yuh, yuh)
whenever i look at your watch i can easily tell my diamonds are better
they ask what i’m listening to, i tell em the sweaters margiela
(shh, shh, shh) you better move out the way, what’chu gon’ do?
too many zeros in the bank
smell like wet cheese, you a lame
i’m doing fine so stay in your lane
i’m really not signing with none of these labels, uh
too many racks, spread on the table
up on that table, yuh
[verse 1: ostyork]
yeah, vvs diamonds, that sh+t really shine
i talk that sh+t, make you blind
how you be talkin’ like it ain’t my time
i put my sh+t on the line
you ain’t doing sh+t, you not livin’ life, you waiting to die
i know it’s my time
rockin’ the benign
oh, this sh+t’s mine
stand on my money i’m sky high
my bro hit my phone, so he know where to go, so he know where they at (go)
know where they at (go)
go quick and i step on the gas, go

[verse 2: punii+ & sp+cestorm]
step on the gas, go
i’m poppin’ the percys, think i need more
if it ain’t bout money don’t call my phone
big body mansion, what i’m finna own
i’m by the lake,i’m throwin’ stones
lil’ b+tch, i don’t like your tone
b+tch, get off of my throne
the opps thinkin’ they alone
step on the brakes, she fake
all of my diamonds i bought, i paid
i’m doin’ myself and they throwin’ shade
the disrespect, andrew tate
you ain’t blowin’ up, like that’s your fate
like, i am the best one in my state
i might even be him today
they be sellin’ bricks on bricks
while i be sellin’ hits on hits
lil’ boy, i don’t give a sh+t (i don’t give a sh+t)
i be doin’ tricks on tricks (tricks on tricks)
but i don’t skate, lonely
i just bought that b+tch a pony (woah)
(yeah, huh, yeah, yuh, yeah, yuh, yeah)
[chorus: sp+cestorm]
(yuh, yeah)
yeah, yeah (yuh, yuh)
whenever i look at your watch i can easily tell my diamonds are better
they ask what i’m listening to, i tell em the sweaters margiela
(shh, shh, shh) you better move out the way, what’chu gon’ do?
too many zeros in the bank
smell like wet cheese, you a lame
i’m doing fine so stay in your lane
i’m really not signing with none of these labels, uh
too many racks, spread on the table
up on that table, yuh

- spacestorm lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS