1969 OCTOBERSFULLMOON

На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "1969" от OCTOBERSFULLMOON. Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.

[Chorus]
Riding 'round the block like it's 1969
Your boy got a pistol, it's from 1955
Hopped up in the car with some ittie-bitties, right
Fuck up the club, it get shitty-shitty, right, ayy
Riding 'round the block like it's 1969
Your boy got a pistol, it's from 1955
Hopped up in the car with some ittie-bitties, right
Fuck up the club, it get shitty-shitty, right, ayy

[Verse 1]
I just hit a doubled, I got fucked (I got fucked, yeah)
Talked to Cardi B then I got drugged (Then I got drugged, yeah)
Do not talk to me, 'cause boy, you suck (Oh yeah, you suck, yeah)
Try to talk your shit, don't give a fuck (Don't give a fuck, nah)
Kicked me from your group, but you sold triple-cardboard
My Zuzu go doot-doot, doot-doot, Nardwuar
Fuckin' all the mothers on the block, boy, I'm your father
You thought you killed that beat? I could go harder
Remember being twelve and listening to 6LACK
Listened to the lyrics, singing even though I rapped
Cut the crap, I listen to all these rappers who sellin' crack
And I'm relating to the lyrics 'cause I came up in the trap, like

[Chorus]
Riding 'round the block like it's 1969
Your boy got a pistol, it's from 1955
Hopped up in the car with some ittie-bitties, right
Fuck up the club, it get shitty-shitty, right, ayy
Riding 'round the block like it's 1969
Your boy got a pistol, it's from 1955
Hopped up in the car with some ittie-bitties, right
Fuck up the club, it get shitty-shitty, right, ayy