letra de like that - rebel simpson
‘verse’
brudda you shouldn’t even talk like that
how many man have skengs in the room
yeah we’re cool but keep talking like that
and you’ll be the first one dead in the room
don’t drag me into your sh-t
cause your not that guy
don’t flex like a goon
talk mess when ya juiced
you’ll regret that move when ya in kings
bed-bound
fed through a tube
your mum will be depressed with the news
and won’t be too impressed with the truth
that her son got gassed up
then caught corn cause he thought
it was best to be rude
if you don’t have a skeng you could shoot
sshhh
or ya life will end pretty soon
and to tell truth
i’m not riding to end up dead cause of you
came out to rave
but your talking sh-t
can’t ride the wave
well then bro don’t drink
cause when ya lit
come like you dont think
my son’s at home
blood you’re not my kid
cos im cool wid dem
that won’t save your skin
so sort it out
before man get bricked
…i said sort it out
before man get wigged
‘chorus’
yeah you got heart
but you’re not built like that
drink got you hyped
but cuz it won’t last
you’ll get yourself k!lled like that
no patron
if you can’t stay calm
you’ll get your blood spilt like that
don’t talk sh-t
if you ain’t gonna pitch
bro you ain’t in the field like that
‘verse’
ciroc bottle straight to the head……
and here we go you’re actin up……
ciroc bottle straight for your head……
wake up
no you’re not at home…
you’re in a hospital bed…..
head is probably feeling f-cked
cause when that ciroc bottle swung
it took a chunk up out your head
when i talk them man don’t listen
till sh-t gets peak
then they pree my vision
told man already but he did his own thing
now he’s phoning for paramedics
stumbling and tripping
vex cause no one would back him
mumbling and b-tching
but we had his back
when we told him
brudda cut the drinking…
wanna do blame
when you should of kept it humble
but you didn’t
couple nasty scars
& some wounded limbs
but you’ll be fine
i’m like blood you’ll live
just mind ya mouth
and hold tight them lips
not riding out
you just come with fist
blood pipe it down
if you like your things…
big man pipe it down
if you like your limbs
‘chorus’
yeah you got heart
but you’re not built like that
drink got you hyped
but cuz it won’t last
you’ll get yourself k!lled like that
no patron
if you can’t stay calm
you’ll get your blood spilt like that
don’t talk sh-t
if you ain’t gonna pitch
bro you ain’t in the field like that
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