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Rivals (Explicit)歌词完整版
作词 : Jacob Manson/Casey James/Irving Adjei/Kemani Duggan/Thomas Randolph Bell/Alastair O’Donnell
作曲 : Jacob Manson/Casey James/Irving Adjei/Kemani Duggan/Thomas Randolph Bell/Alastair O’Donnell
Bands
Brr, boi
Grr
Heard she want a shooter, aight, cool
I'ma put you on the 'Gram, go viral
I'm in yard, hand gun with a riffle
Everything's dead if I say it's my call
Bands jump out the ride or cycle
Watch Marnz beat it like Michael
Four-four long nose bine full, just for the rivals
I'm in the Paris by the Eiffel
Catch corn if you run with the oppers
Thirty-eight, send him right to the doctors
I'm with nets by P shop
Let the glee pop, we don't like imposters
Yo, they got bradz in the can like fosters
Broadwater farm, that's gorillas and monsters
Killers and shotters, I like the noise from the dots
But the spinners a knockers
Yo, jump out, jump in, keep ducking feds
They all know how to use their ****ing legs
Shawty, she's a mad gyal, I'ma mad man
All she wants is ****ing sex
I'm in libs just spent five jibs
I'm done for the night, let's give it a ****ing rest
**** opps, **** cops, yeah, **** the feds
**** **** and **** the rest
Me and Akz, that's double trouble
Me and X in tape, that's a double bubble
No Insta baddie can cuddle, cuddle
Sorry to burst your bubble, bubble
I'm on the line, wet man, puddle, puddle
Quiz it out, no puzzle, puzzle
Dig him up, dig him up, shovel, shovel
I ain't beefing with Russ, who's Russel, Russel?
Yo, wet him up, jook him up, stab him up
Hold him there, get his face, grab him up, wack him up
Took blood okay, get it back, back you're blood
Back out the 32, man down, slap him up
Four-four, four-five, three-eight, three-two
3 Corn in the Woosh, skid round beat two
Creep through, nine double M gonna teach you
Fly out the back seat and boi, boi
Heard she want a shooter, aight, cool
I'ma put you on the 'Gram, go viral
I'm in yard, hand gun with a riffle
Everything's dead if I say it's my call
Bands jump out the ride or cycle
Watch Marnz beat it like Michael
Four-four long nose bine full, just for the rivals
On the Paris by the Eiffel
Heard she want a shooter, aight, cool
I'ma put you on the 'Gram, go viral
I'm in yard, hand gun with a riffle
Everything's dead if I say it's my call
Bands jump out the ride or cycle
Watch Marnz beat it like Michael
Four-four long nose bine full, just for the rivals
I'm in the Paris by the Eiffel
(One)
It's vital, gotta be mindful
Is this ****ery something you'll die for?
Out till late, better open your eyeballs
Demons outside, looking for rivals
You'll see a laser
Then get followed by ten on a bike, I'm like the disciples
Ask yourself, what you really outside for?
Can't be Spotify, Apple and Tidal
We was doing opp block, on a bi-cycle
Too marked X5's, but they ain't tribal
You'll see the opp boys try dip them
Try do them like, kasim and drybones (And again, and again)
Induction, we was insightful
Sweat box, coming like a ur-inal
Ask God for forgiveness
Had to lie wid my hand on that Bible
Coy back, it was three on three's on the sidewalk
Done too many cold nights on a bando
Swear me and James had to bun, no skyfall
Two fours, had my brolley on like broski (Broski)
I was tryna scratch something like vinyls
To start off my glide from lido
Yo, wet him up, jook him up, stab him up
Hold him there, get his face, grab him up, wack him up
Took blood okay, get it back, back you're blood
Back out the 32, man down, slap him up
Four-four, four-five, three-eight, three-two
3 Corn in the Woosh, skid round beat two
Creep through, nine double M gonna teach you
Fly out the back seat and boi, boi
Heard she want a shooter, aight, cool
I'ma put you on the 'Gram, go viral
I'm in yard, hand gun with a riffle
Everything's dead if I say it's my call
Bands jump out the ride or cycle
Watch Marnz beat it like Michael
Four-four long nose bine full, just for the rivals
I'm in the Paris by the Eiffel
