lirik lagu no comparison – muwama & hills4eva
[martinez: intro]
this that rap sh*t not that trap sh*t
[hills4eva: chorus]
it’s just me and my n*ggas no need for comparisons
send me the addy we pull up and gak!
black forgiatos laced up on the phantom
4*5 shots n’ i’m burnt to the max
4*5 pills n’ i’m turnt to the max
play different cities we good on the map
i was turned up had to chill on a sat*rday
desiigner keep talking, he needs to relax
desiigner keep talking, he screaming “margiela! margiela!”
f*ck two different races sh*t look like a panda
whole lotta b*tches can’t fit in the phantom
whole lotta wh0res i’m looking like santa
smoking on hulk getting geeked like we banner
i’m sipping on slow while i f*ck on this dancer
baby nicole pop an x on a fanta
i’m so medival that i slip through the channel
[hills4eva: verse 1]
i’m so medival that i slip through the channel
i’m turnt of a fanta, i’m losing my balance
my dirty diana in love with designer
but we throbbing the store like we straight from atlanta
might need me smoke to fight off all of this cancer
shoot from a ghost in a demon in casa
n*ggas need grammies cause all of them actors
these b*tches don’t know me they built like they tractors
(4eva yeah!)
blood of bax, slip through the cracks, spittin’ some facts
psycho he crazy, he move we the straps
muwama from brazy, don’t play with the racks
you n*ggas fake cause you built on your cap
i was eighteen when i was stuck in the lab
me and the gang this the life that we have
he went against us had to take care of that
had to put him on ice, keep it up cold
camera’s on live but we don’t strike a pose
came a long way on this life on the road
now we stretch on designer and givenchy clothes
put on some diamonds and we call them rhodes
change need a cuban to link other wh0res
beat out her box and pass her to the bros
i ain’t keeping no wh0re, i’m just speaking for show
[hills4eva: chorus]
it’s just me and my n*ggas no need for comparisons
send me the addy we pull up and gak!
black forgiatos laced up on the phantom
4*5 shots n’ i’m burnt to the max
4*5 pills n’ i’m turnt to the max
play different cities we good on the map
i was turned up had to chill on a sat*rday
desiigner keep talking, he needs to relax
desiigner keep talking, he screaming “margiela! margiela!”
f*ck two different races sh*t look like a panda
whole lotta b*tches can’t fit in the phantom
whole lotta wh0res i’m looking like santa
smoking on hulk getting geeked like we banner
i’m sipping on slow while i f*ck on this dancer
baby nicole pop an x on a fanta
i’m so medival that i slip through the channel
[muwama: verse 2]
i’m so medieval that i slip through the channel
i’m dripping like gunna, smoke haze marijuana
she giving me ass, i ain’t telling her no (*rs*nal)
filling these wh0res and i feel like a gunner
relax on these b*tches i’m steaming on sauna
pop perkies it itches, 3 stripes in designer
my n*ggas ain’t fake like these b*tches from china
her ass from the streets i be sweeping like wunna, yeah!
i’m k!lling this sh*t, flexible b*tch do a split on my d*ck
trap doctor be saying that my bars are so sick
fur coat on back and i only do mink
you hating on us cause you probably stink
erys from the start i be sipping on pink
don’t f*ck with the rubber the code it be tink
those dirty dishes they belong in the sink
four different b*tches eeny, meeny, miny, moe
if i f*cked your friend does that make me a wh0re?
bad b*tch from east, big booty so fine
fresh trim on the news just made the headline
thots on my head they be giving be brain
smile through the pain you gon’ think i’m insane
ice on my neck, you know it’s winter season
wama and hills ain’t time for no comparison
[hills4eva: chorus]
it’s just me and my n*ggas no need for comparisons
send me the addy we pull up and gak!
black forgiatos laced up on the phantom
4*5 shots n’ i’m burnt to the max
4*5 pills n’ i’m turnt to the max
play different cities we good on the map
i was turned up had to chill on a sat*rday
desiigner keep talking, he needs to relax
desiigner keep talking, he screaming “margiela! margiela!”
f*ck two different races sh*t look like a panda
whole lotta b*tches can’t fit in the phantom
whole lotta wh0res i’m looking like santa
smoking on hulk getting geeked like we banner
i’m sipping on slow while i f*ck on this dancer
baby nicole pop an x on a fanta
i’m so medival that i slip through the channel
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