top 100
·
top new
·
updates
·
submit lyrics
#
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
Correct Don't Talk Greezy Lyrics
Lyrics
►
Artists: S
►
Slaine
►
Correct Don't Talk Greezy
Artist:
Song:
Comment:
Lyrics:
[Hook: Statik Selektah (x2)] Should thank the lord that you blew up, softy And don't talk greezy, you grew up off me Don't don't talk greezy, you grew up off me Don't don't talk greezy, you grew up off me [Verse 1: Slaine] Through the years I've been grown, I've been known as a molotov grown Firestarter with the power of a holocaust poem A pencil full of history and bought off loan On this path that I roam, pull him halfway home My tone is laced with wisdom, my dome against the system I've shown, I have risen, my rhythm couldn't be blown I'm hard as stone, hottest known to be part of the throne Kingdom, father, beyond, money, powder and porn I was born in the chaos, amongst the stupid things Never took a day off, the one's a future king People full of jealousy, envy, pursuit for rings and gold That's how the angels wings are sold, and clipped off Span off nips, pussy lips licked and clips licked off Secrets untold man, you both pushed up, your bitch tipped off People are just off, that's why I'm paranoid and pissed off [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Slaine] I plan to get back to the place where I'm from No matter how much I give, they still hate the outcome Like I'm walking around the block with some dirty sneakers on And a beat up Taurus, plates hanging with the speakers blown You would think I'm a nobody, the way they look away It's like they had a opportunity that I took away, instead It's the other way around, I am laying ground for them I'm just trying to do the best I can, ahem Look I spit fire, so no-one else can torch me Still the same cat that i was back on the porch, see Now things have changed a little bit up in my story Them crabs down the corner, they don't wanna see my glory Plus I feel the Devil's fire burning, trying to scorch me Wifey was my best friend, but she divorced me I don't wanna do this to you now, but you forced me Spit at the Devil and Jesus Christ can't cross me [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Slaine] My competition's killers, so guarded, cold-hearted guerrillas No honest bogart in my spot, mind's not for stealers and thieves I feel thats the least that I can do to protect it, I stand for what I stand for And that shit is hectic, I ran across the planet with this I was real, they was fake, that's why the amateurs missed Thats why I feel you when the producers and your managers pissed Thats why y'all philly and your bandanas don't fit, shit Look at you dissing me in a club that's half-full On a show you're opening up for, for a cat that you don't know I've been around the world, to places you won't go Whilst your story and your songs don't belong, they don't flow You misguided little boys, you don't believe me true Fuck my neighbourhood and my girl, she can leave me too I'll always be this dude, I'm done paying my dues You talking about the shooter whilst I'm spraying my jewels, oooo [Hook]
add rows