DEATHMONGER Lyrics
| Song | DEATHMONGER |
| Artist | Y-Kay |
| Album | DEATHMONGER |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Yousef Khalil | |
| 作曲 : Canis Major | |
| Back then I was trippin | |
| Thinking I was killin' shit, nigga I was sippin' | |
| Bellin through the street like my name was Scottie Pippen | |
| I ain't had a chain yet, cause nobody hire villains | |
| Can’t defend my honor your honor, sorry for slippin' | |
| Everybody praying for me family from every religion | |
| Even devil worshipers said that satan is gonna get him | |
| I would’ve turned to Buddha if his teachings didn’t prohibit | |
| Weed smoking, ****ing, getting money with the bitches | |
| I felt like a mischief, my mind is all conflicted | |
| I ran through the garden in my dreams like I’m dyslexic | |
| Forbidden fruit sippin' with women that wouldn’t miss him | |
| God forgive him | |
| Please, the kid is just a bit sick | |
| Getting a call or quick texts, moving around with no flex | |
| Just switching lanes, no switching sides, bounce for the check | |
| Chicks bouncing right back | |
| Thanks for holding down the set | |
| Whats the point in being good or evil | |
| We just tryna' prove we equal, or show our potential | |
| What am I missing here, I know the sales are essential | |
| Some greats would call me great, same nigga you love to hate | |
| I don’t get it, baked the cake, like Elton john’s in it | |
| And that’s the scrimmage, caviar with vodka lemon | |
| Just focus a second, you’ll see that I be winning | |
| Got the city on back, motion picture rap, **** politicking | |
| Arm out the window, holy water bless my digits | |
| I like a bad woman from a decent home to kick it | |
| Cause I am young, wild, with a vision, I am gifted | |
| And if you don’t believe me nigga then bump more my records | |
| Cause Im a descendant | |
| Of both The Beatles and J Hendrix | |
| As I present this | |
| On a legendary canvas | |
| I am not the same | |
| You will not hear my stanza anywhere again | |
| Like the last of the panthers | |
| I want this forever like Lebron and the champions | |
| The yin and yang shit ain’t really showing true potential | |
| So I hate to whip it more just to get the purest mental | |
| Living proof that I'm more than alive, I am in tune | |
| Like that ballerina chick I missed who moved to Cancun | |
| I need my own satellite I'm a planet on planet | |
| I always planned it, to be the greatest, you cannot withstand it | |
| You put the pressure on me, I’ll turn the diamonds romantic | |
| Cause if I don’t matter, speed light through the savanna | |
| So catch me if you can ya | |
| I don’t pretend, nah | |
| People acting like my shit ain’t sizzling hot | |
| Like a Caribbean spot | |
| Or a librarian’s crotch | |
| Scratch that, or keep it on the low | |
| Peruvian talk | |
| My city is the city of god | |
| You **** with me we go silly with dogs | |
| They’ll feel me abroad | |
| I’m too good you gon' need to send the army, the swat, the fire trucks, and a cross | |
| The flow is tucked like boss | |
| Come at me with the childish shit | |
| And I'ma cut you like the umbilical cord | |
| Now fill up some more | |
| While we settle the score | |
| The illest, I'm raw | |
| The premise, the board | |
| The flamest, I'm oh | |
| Such a sicko, I don’t **** with a fraud | |
| Don’t **** with a god | |
| Bitch | |
| YungBasquiat |
| zuo ci : Yousef Khalil | |
| zuo qu : Canis Major | |
| Back then I was trippin | |
| Thinking I was killin' shit, nigga I was sippin' | |
| Bellin through the street like my name was Scottie Pippen | |
| I ain' t had a chain yet, cause nobody hire villains | |
| Can' t defend my honor your honor, sorry for slippin' | |
| Everybody praying for me family from every religion | |
| Even devil worshipers said that satan is gonna get him | |
| I would' ve turned to Buddha if his teachings didn' t prohibit | |
| Weed smoking, ing, getting money with the bitches | |
| I felt like a mischief, my mind is all conflicted | |
| I ran through the garden in my dreams like I' m dyslexic | |
| Forbidden fruit sippin' with women that wouldn' t miss him | |
| God forgive him | |
| Please, the kid is just a bit sick | |
| Getting a call or quick texts, moving around with no flex | |
| Just switching lanes, no switching sides, bounce for the check | |
| Chicks bouncing right back | |
| Thanks for holding down the set | |
| Whats the point in being good or evil | |
| We just tryna' prove we equal, or show our potential | |
| What am I missing here, I know the sales are essential | |
| Some greats would call me great, same nigga you love to hate | |
| I don' t get it, baked the cake, like Elton john' s in it | |
| And that' s the scrimmage, caviar with vodka lemon | |
| Just focus a second, you' ll see that I be winning | |
| Got the city on back, motion picture rap, politicking | |
| Arm out the window, holy water bless my digits | |
| I like a bad woman from a decent home to kick it | |
| Cause I am young, wild, with a vision, I am gifted | |
| And if you don' t believe me nigga then bump more my records | |
| Cause Im a descendant | |
| Of both The Beatles and J Hendrix | |
| As I present this | |
| On a legendary canvas | |
| I am not the same | |
| You will not hear my stanza anywhere again | |
| Like the last of the panthers | |
| I want this forever like Lebron and the champions | |
| The yin and yang shit ain' t really showing true potential | |
| So I hate to whip it more just to get the purest mental | |
| Living proof that I' m more than alive, I am in tune | |
| Like that ballerina chick I missed who moved to Cancun | |
| I need my own satellite I' m a planet on planet | |
| I always planned it, to be the greatest, you cannot withstand it | |
| You put the pressure on me, I' ll turn the diamonds romantic | |
| Cause if I don' t matter, speed light through the savanna | |
| So catch me if you can ya | |
| I don' t pretend, nah | |
| People acting like my shit ain' t sizzling hot | |
| Like a Caribbean spot | |
| Or a librarian' s crotch | |
| Scratch that, or keep it on the low | |
| Peruvian talk | |
| My city is the city of god | |
| You with me we go silly with dogs | |
| They' ll feel me abroad | |
| I' m too good you gon' need to send the army, the swat, the fire trucks, and a cross | |
| The flow is tucked like boss | |
| Come at me with the childish shit | |
| And I' ma cut you like the umbilical cord | |
| Now fill up some more | |
| While we settle the score | |
| The illest, I' m raw | |
| The premise, the board | |
| The flamest, I' m oh | |
| Such a sicko, I don' t with a fraud | |
| Don' t with a god | |
| Bitch | |
| YungBasquiat |
| zuò cí : Yousef Khalil | |
| zuò qǔ : Canis Major | |
| Back then I was trippin | |
| Thinking I was killin' shit, nigga I was sippin' | |
| Bellin through the street like my name was Scottie Pippen | |
| I ain' t had a chain yet, cause nobody hire villains | |
| Can' t defend my honor your honor, sorry for slippin' | |
| Everybody praying for me family from every religion | |
| Even devil worshipers said that satan is gonna get him | |
| I would' ve turned to Buddha if his teachings didn' t prohibit | |
| Weed smoking, ing, getting money with the bitches | |
| I felt like a mischief, my mind is all conflicted | |
| I ran through the garden in my dreams like I' m dyslexic | |
| Forbidden fruit sippin' with women that wouldn' t miss him | |
| God forgive him | |
| Please, the kid is just a bit sick | |
| Getting a call or quick texts, moving around with no flex | |
| Just switching lanes, no switching sides, bounce for the check | |
| Chicks bouncing right back | |
| Thanks for holding down the set | |
| Whats the point in being good or evil | |
| We just tryna' prove we equal, or show our potential | |
| What am I missing here, I know the sales are essential | |
| Some greats would call me great, same nigga you love to hate | |
| I don' t get it, baked the cake, like Elton john' s in it | |
| And that' s the scrimmage, caviar with vodka lemon | |
| Just focus a second, you' ll see that I be winning | |
| Got the city on back, motion picture rap, politicking | |
| Arm out the window, holy water bless my digits | |
| I like a bad woman from a decent home to kick it | |
| Cause I am young, wild, with a vision, I am gifted | |
| And if you don' t believe me nigga then bump more my records | |
| Cause Im a descendant | |
| Of both The Beatles and J Hendrix | |
| As I present this | |
| On a legendary canvas | |
| I am not the same | |
| You will not hear my stanza anywhere again | |
| Like the last of the panthers | |
| I want this forever like Lebron and the champions | |
| The yin and yang shit ain' t really showing true potential | |
| So I hate to whip it more just to get the purest mental | |
| Living proof that I' m more than alive, I am in tune | |
| Like that ballerina chick I missed who moved to Cancun | |
| I need my own satellite I' m a planet on planet | |
| I always planned it, to be the greatest, you cannot withstand it | |
| You put the pressure on me, I' ll turn the diamonds romantic | |
| Cause if I don' t matter, speed light through the savanna | |
| So catch me if you can ya | |
| I don' t pretend, nah | |
| People acting like my shit ain' t sizzling hot | |
| Like a Caribbean spot | |
| Or a librarian' s crotch | |
| Scratch that, or keep it on the low | |
| Peruvian talk | |
| My city is the city of god | |
| You with me we go silly with dogs | |
| They' ll feel me abroad | |
| I' m too good you gon' need to send the army, the swat, the fire trucks, and a cross | |
| The flow is tucked like boss | |
| Come at me with the childish shit | |
| And I' ma cut you like the umbilical cord | |
| Now fill up some more | |
| While we settle the score | |
| The illest, I' m raw | |
| The premise, the board | |
| The flamest, I' m oh | |
| Such a sicko, I don' t with a fraud | |
| Don' t with a god | |
| Bitch | |
| YungBasquiat |
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