Germs lyrics
by JPEGMAFIA
[Intro]
Let me call you right back
Ok
Whoa, what
What, what, whoa, what, what, what, what, what, what (Me)
What, what, what, what, what, where
n*gga, where
Sorry
Ok
n*gga, why you feel–
Said
[Verse 1]
Off top, b*tch I'm rollin' (Rollin')
Can't stay focused, I'm hopeless (Skee)
I want white, like a token (Tax)
Blunts stay rolling, I’m posted (I'm posted, yeah)
Catch you home alone, Macaulay Culkin (Ooh)
Matt Hardy, my gun, you getting broken (pus*y ass n*gga)
Your b*tch wet and she throatin' (Skrr)
My girl blonde like Goten (Shh, whoa)
[Bridge]
Yeah, I'm waitin', ayy
f*ck these n*ggas
It’s no shade (No shade at all, baby, none at all n*gga)
You can’t take (Easy money)
You know that, I'm grand prize (I'm returnin'–, I'm returnin', the–)
Ahh you know, I– (Gimme the f*ckin' money, n*gga)
[Verse 2]
Look, b*tch, I got the sauce, and it's wopped up (Woo)
Stocks up, I'ma slip and shoot a cop up (That's life)
They not us, I'ma make em put his guard up (Damn)
Jesus, hot sauce, with the cross up (What, what)
(All day)
I finesse 'em with a better body (Yee)
Fresh Prince, no prints on a severed shotty (Brrat)
Kill Trump, do 'em like Floyd did Gatti (It’s no shade)
[Break]
Man, look it ain't no motherf*cking shade, I'm just talking
You the one that got that liberal arts degree
[Outro]
You know I give it, I serve it, you know that I'm grand prize (Hahaha, yeah, wow)
It’s no shade (No)
You can’t take (No, yeah)
You know I give it (Yeah), I serve it, you know that I’m grand prize (Yeah, yeah)
It’s no shade (It's no shade)
You can't take (It's no shade)
You know that I’m grand prize