Babas
作词 : Desmond Price/Alan Maman/Eliot Dubock
作曲 : Desmond Price/Alan Maman/Eliot Dubock
Blood gurglin' at the back of his throat
The smell of gunpowder suffocates his nose
Echoes of screams clingin' to life
But he will never leave, came back like it's prophecy
Roberto Cavalli drenched in Burberry trenches
Immaculate in Prada boots
Tom Ford florals, double breasted suits
Send a message to him, through his beloved auntie
Left blood on her lace doilies
It'll be weeks before they find her body
And I'm lookin' like the goddess of beauty
Gettin' fed white grapes by a shorty named Ruby
I'm fingerin' her ***** as he kisses her on the neck
She is our bird's nest, I ask for her by request
The night gets wet, spontaneous shootouts
Niggas bring out the heat in the chilly Buffalo streets
Line bodies all over the concrete
This is what happens when Keisha Plum meets the Machine
Smokin' weed by the pound, the devil's playground
Burnt mahogany, truffle oils, Persian caviar
The bullets left artwork in his skin, beautiful scars, yeah
God Don’t Make Mistakes
God Don’t Make Mistakes
Uh, zipper on stomach, that's mad stitches, young mothers, crack addictions
Young nigga's father never present, dad was missin'
Young kings pack the jail, pack the prison, come home, go back to prison
Bad decisions, bad position, judges
over-sentence, that's the system, crack the system
Dirty cops, police stations, old cases,
probation
Parole boards with dirty lawyers, uh, yeah
Public schools underpaid, teachers
miseducation
Race discrimination , **** a job application
Trap house, twelve-twelve, bags, plates and resin
Not Jesus Christ, forty-five is my savior, yeah
Bells Palsy, bullet scars, foreign cars Celestial beings align with the stars, aw
Look what I became
l went from king to a god
BabasLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Desmond Price/Alan Maman/Eliot Dubock
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Desmond Price/Alan Maman/Eliot Dubock
[00:21.089]Blood gurglin' at the back of his throat
[00:23.169]The smell of gunpowder suffocates his nose
[00:27.074]Echoes of screams clingin' to life
[00:30.422]But he will never leave, came back like it's prophecy
[00:35.599]Roberto Cavalli drenched in Burberry trenches
[00:38.422]Immaculate in Prada boots
[00:40.994]Tom Ford florals, double breasted suits
[00:44.087]Send a message to him, through his beloved auntie
[00:47.738]Left blood on her lace doilies
[00:49.808]It'll be weeks before they find her body
[00:53.444]And I'm lookin' like the goddess of beauty
[00:56.046]Gettin' fed white grapes by a shorty named Ruby
[01:00.258]I'm fingerin' her ***** as he kisses her on the neck
[01:03.449]She is our bird's nest, I ask for her by request
[01:06.887]The night gets wet, spontaneous shootouts
[01:10.976]Niggas bring out the heat in the chilly Buffalo streets
[01:14.328]Line bodies all over the concrete
[01:17.934]This is what happens when Keisha Plum meets the Machine
[01:21.539]Smokin' weed by the pound, the devil's playground
[01:25.823]Burnt mahogany, truffle oils, Persian caviar
[01:30.717]The bullets left artwork in his skin, beautiful scars, yeah
[01:45.047]God Don’t Make Mistakes
[01:48.128]God Don’t Make Mistakes
[01:54.576]Uh, zipper on stomach, that's mad stitches, young mothers, crack addictions
[01:58.190]Young nigga's father never present, dad was missin'
[02:02.343]Young kings pack the jail, pack the prison, come home, go back to prison
[02:05.948]Bad decisions, bad position, judges
[02:07.759]over-sentence, that's the system, crack the system
[02:09.827]Dirty cops, police stations, old cases,
[02:12.428]probation
[02:13.457]Parole boards with dirty lawyers, uh, yeah
[02:18.627]Public schools underpaid, teachers
[02:20.920]miseducation
[02:23.297]Race discrimination , **** a job application
[02:26.130]Trap house, twelve-twelve, bags, plates and resin
[02:29.757]Not Jesus Christ, forty-five is my savior, yeah
[02:35.528]Bells Palsy, bullet scars, foreign cars Celestial beings align with the stars, aw
[02:43.160]Look what I became
[02:44.979]l went from king to a god
