Текст песни
We gon' put him his grave. We gon' put him grave. Fly like a dragon. Niggas Instant at like twenty-one, my mama raised a Savage. Pull up in a 'Rari with the fire Like dragon. Game move like the cartel, It fuck around, get tragic. What happened? Phone call your mama, she gon' come Collect your casket. Ooh, we gon' put him in his grave. Closed casket, no case. I'ma hide my face. My bullets shoot with pain. Tell her fall back, I need space. We ahead of them in this race. Give me good top in the Range. Woah, did one-eighty up on the dash. I count it up like it's math. I ball hard like I'm Steve Nash, woah. I fucked your bitch then gave her back. You hit her phone like, "Where you at?" I got her creeping through your back door, Ayy. Uh, got VVS in my teeth. I'ma ride or die for my team. My diamonds shining, my lean. My coupe came with wings. You a broke boy who fiends. I'ma take him out when I see him. You a hating nigga, why you breathing? Instant at like twenty-one, my mama raised a savage. Pull up in a 'Rari with the fire like Dragon. Game move like the cartel, It fuck around, get tragic. What happened? Phone call your mama, She gon' come collect your casket. Ooh, we gon' put him in his grave. Closed casket, no case. I'ma hide my face. My bullets shoot with pain. Tell her fall back, I need space. We ahead of them in this race. Give me good top in the Range. Molly mentality, put your lil' bitch on salary. Make her cut back on calories, ayy. Feel the rage, you can see it in my Whole face. VV shining and they looking like the Sunrise. I slap a pussy nigga if he start Talking crazy. Slap a lil' nigga if he start Talking crazy. Collect the pain while I'm going Through these changes. I got bands now that I'm Getting a little famous. Bust it open for me and I catch it All on camera. Don't even remember, That lil' mama name was Pamela. When I die, bury me a legend, all I Really want. When I die, bury me a legend, All I really want. Instant at like twenty-one, My mama raised savage. Pull up in a 'Rari with the fire like Dragon. Game move like the cartel, It fuck around, get tragic. What happened? Phone call your mama, she gon' come Collect your casket. Ooh, we gon' put him in his grave. Closed casket, no case. I'ma hide my face. My bullets shoot with pain. Tell her fall back, I need space. We ahead of them in this race. Give me good top in the Range.
LIL GNAR, Lil Skies — GRAVE (feat. Lil Skies)
«GRAVE (feat. Lil Skies)» — LIL GNAR, Lil Skies. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:40. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
