letra de grime lord - red eye
grime lord
intro:
you know yea (slik jay beats)
young jay, là gàl á noir yea
hook
pr-cks all up on my grime( my grime)
cause dey gals wanna flex wit ah fam (my fam)
cause dey bread all down in my tam (come on)
my team bad (chaaa!) my gal mad (chaaaa!) x2
verse1
hatters wanna see me catch l’s (catch l’s)
i don’t play catch i got plans (demn)
and some lads wanna see mi ass k!lled
i don’t mind dat legends gotta die ey
only fools trip talk behind you, red eye too cool fi diz chai pie tayicons, only takin pills coz i ain’t dope enough dude
so don’t judge wat u dont understand
and don’t talk if you don’t gat the guts
to come to my face and tell me i suck
little boys wanna run you over
coz i run da jungle and they just passing by come on! yea
fame comes with a price
it came with a knife
got stubbed in da back
da fam is a fake
money made change
naw my music is strange (ahh!)
so don’t play it …
hook
pr-cks all up on my grime( my grime)
cause dey gals wanna flex wit ah fam (my fam)
cause dey bread all down in my tam (come on)
my team bad (chaaa!) my gal mad (chaaaa!) x2
verse2
i been hittin shots i ain’t lit
enough…
i been recking flaws its time to pay the price
tryna shine coz am afraid i’ll be left in the dark …
the booth is where i relieve stress and
my boys blowing up have a feeling it might be me next
thank syke he made me mentally fitness
with he criminal mind state
i don’t have a gun so i shoot n-ggas
with my pen
pain i vision i paint on paper
draw down ey numbers nen count the hatters
step on a hotline nen i k!ll em all
men i gat a flaw u can’t f with ey
men im too broke to pay attention ey
paying luci a visit might just get me some change
where i come from u can’t visit
rap vivid talk ruthless yea..
hook
pr-cks all up on my grime( my grime)
cause dey gals wanna flex wit ah fam (my fam)
cause dey bread all down in my tam (come on)
my team bad (chaaa!) my gal mad (chaaaa!) x2
verse 3
you on grime or rap?? ?
i said both
heard u sale pot
i said hooks
and u copy lines ??
i said wow !!
lies spread more
than de truth
and still dey want more of my
songs how rude!
buckle up am on grime
cut the talk don’t have time
got a mouth to feed
i got plans wanna make euro’s bunds
internet fans look at my rymz
i bust so fast
most of my lads been tellin me lies
just wanna jump on my bought coz im nice (ice, flex , fam)
tink of yo life if i cut doin bars
ima come fi dat neck i done being scared im a man of my words … cha!
hook
pr-cks all up on my grime( my grime)
cause dey gals wanna flex wit ah fam (my fam!)
cause dey bread all down in my tam (come on!)
my team bad (chaaa!?) my gal mad (chaaaa!) x2
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