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 #

letra de don't call it a comeback - dj lucas

[intro]
man
dj, dj, dj, man
this is my side of the mountain, man (i talk my talk)
i think motherf-ckers see me, now
i know they hear me (clean)
yeah (dj)
yeah (dj)

[chorus]
b-tch, i’m goin’ up, so, please don’t call that sh-t a comeback (dj)
up and down the road to riches, think i might’ve lapped ’em (yoom)
yeah, i got three-five in this bleep, custy askin’, “where the blunt at?” (smoke)
just like i’m in the black eyed peas, but, i ain’t wonderin’ where the love at (what?)
i got five pounds of loud inside this [?] red rump sack (money)
on the path less traveled, somеtimes i think i should’ve hung back
i’m so deep out in the woods, wе drivin’ thirty for a blunt wrap (ah)
b-tch, i really talk my talk, ’cause i’ve been there and i’ve done that

[verse 1]
please don’t call this sh-t a comeback ’cause this sh-t ain’t slowed down (dj)
i got chemdog in my bleep, make sure the window rolled down (smoke)
they know i really talk my talk, but, i’m just thinkin’ out loud (i talk my talk)
i made a k!llin’ off the ‘za in the historic downtown (money)
like who else fully fried their brain? i need a show of hands
can’t leave the trap alone, i keep on postin’, “mobile” on the ‘gram (dj)
last night, got so high it almost took me to the holy land (ah)
[?], had to learn the winter solstice [?]
i rep the west just like nowitzki as an all-star (four-one-trizzay)
and i spent my early twenties servin’ za’s at the walmart
in a red sox fitted, just say the numbers in your ballpark (money)
on the path less traveled, i drive the prius like a golf cart (yoom)
and it’s young mr. clean, but, it’s hard to keep it tight
i got western mass’ behind me, like i’m drivin’ down i-90
and they know i’m from the valley just like kendall, kim and kylie
and my homie off the drugs, it’s illusion without society (man)
[chorus]
b-tch, i’m goin’ up, so, please don’t call that sh-t a comeback (dj)
up and down the road to riches, think i might’ve lapped ’em (yoom)
yeah, i got three-five in this bleep, custy askin’, “where the blunt at?” (smoke)
just like i’m in the black eyed peas, but, i ain’t wonderin’ where the love at (what?)
i got five pounds of loud inside this [?] red rump sack
on the path less traveled, sometimes i think i should’ve hung back
i’m so deep out in the woods, we drivin’ thirty for a blunt wrap (ah)
b-tch, i really talk my talk, ’cause i’ve been there and i’ve done that

[verse 2]
please don’t call this sh-t a comeback, i ain’t never let up, yeah
i got three-five in this bleep, keep ashin’ on my get-up (smoke)
i’ve been on the road so long my hair might start to dread up, yeah
b-tch, you know i’m always good, just gotta give the heads up
b-tch, i talk my talk, but, that sh-t’s never said in vain (i talk my talk)
they a new custy, i save a dollar sign next to their name (money)
i feel like kirsten dunst made a k!llin’ off the mary jane (smoke)
i see the chicken in a distance like a farmhouse [?] (ha)
this is my side of the hill, you can take a hike (yoom)
custy pulled up out of breath on a mountain bike, yeah (money)
they know i really talk my talk, that sh-t’s soundin’ right (i talk my talk)
you see the sparkle in my eye that’s ’cause i found a light, yeah (clean)

[chorus]
b-tch, i’m goin’ up, so, please don’t call that sh-t a comeback (dj)
up and down the road to riches, think i might’ve lapped ’em (yoom)
yeah, i got three-five in this bleep, custy askin’, “where the blunt at?” (smoke)
just like i’m in the black eyed peas, but, i ain’t wonderin’ where the love at (what?)
i got five pounds of loud inside this [?] red rump sack (huh?)
on the path less traveled, sometimes i think i should’ve hung back
i’m so deep out in the woods, we drivin’ thirty for a blunt wrap (ah)
b-tch, i really talk my talk, ’cause i’ve been there and i’ve done that
[outro]
man, you know i’ve done that (clean)

- dj lucas

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS