Ulterior Motives HYDRA MANE
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "Ulterior Motives" by HYDRA MANE. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
[Intro]
"It has one iron rule: logic is an enemy and truth is a menace"
[Verse 1]
I got a message for ya crooked ass rappers
Runnin game you ain't barrin shit
I watched you switch up like a hoe
And say it all was business
You won't admit that we was close
But you can't test my memory
And now I see yall just some clones
That say you ride with killers
But me I'm never known to play
I'll always keep it real
Bitch Im from the Tennessee mane you know the deal
Off in cut we sit and plot
Upon another stang
I'll never change
It's fuck yo click until I hit the grave
[Bridge]
Find me swangin
Hoggin lanes
Puffin heavy on that funk
Through the trunk
You hear the bang
And now you know what's up
Gon get yo ass on out my way
Cause trick I show no love
But if you want come face to face
Before the devil's son
It's R.I.P. to all you lames
Slick you better run
I thought you knew yall foos I ain't safe
I'm breaking off the junt
I'll slap the taste right out yo mouth
And make you call your mother
I never fail to do my thang
So get to steppin punk
"It has one iron rule: logic is an enemy and truth is a menace"
[Verse 1]
I got a message for ya crooked ass rappers
Runnin game you ain't barrin shit
I watched you switch up like a hoe
And say it all was business
You won't admit that we was close
But you can't test my memory
And now I see yall just some clones
That say you ride with killers
But me I'm never known to play
I'll always keep it real
Bitch Im from the Tennessee mane you know the deal
Off in cut we sit and plot
Upon another stang
I'll never change
It's fuck yo click until I hit the grave
[Bridge]
Find me swangin
Hoggin lanes
Puffin heavy on that funk
Through the trunk
You hear the bang
And now you know what's up
Gon get yo ass on out my way
Cause trick I show no love
But if you want come face to face
Before the devil's son
It's R.I.P. to all you lames
Slick you better run
I thought you knew yall foos I ain't safe
I'm breaking off the junt
I'll slap the taste right out yo mouth
And make you call your mother
I never fail to do my thang
So get to steppin punk
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!