Say It Twice by Slaine
Say It Twice lyrics
[Verse 1:]
Hey yo I'm sitting in a kitchen and I'm pitching my plans
For anybody listening, what you ain't listening man?
[? ] fuck all the jewellery on their wrist or their hand
Cause I ain't down for the glitz bitch, I'm pissed at the glam
But I can capture a moment like a flick of the cam
High Planes Drifter with my dick in my hand
Walking six feet of sand, I'm talking whiskey and grams
Smile for your girl, that's why the world is missing me man
And imagine up in Heaven, Devils wishing me dead
Calling me evil but this ain't no publicity scam
All of the people saying that they wish that he'd scram
And stop acting like a rebel with a fist in each hand
Fucking raw dog giving me the itchiest pants
Go ahead and tell the label I'm no risky advance
Mr. Six-Figure when I mix liquor and I disfigure
Anybody talking shit saying, "Who is this wigger? "
A mixed drink stiffer than Christopher Reeves
And get deep throat make a bitch hiccup
Everybody put your hands up, this is a stick-up
Thick in the club, who is sicker than us?
[Chorus:]
They call me Mr. Mr. Chop Chop, jump shooter pop pop
Dump Rugers in a fucking river, fuck a cop cop
Chitty chitty bang bang, I know how to play it right
Shitty shitty Slaine Slaine, I ain't gotta say it twice
Call me Mr. Mr. Chop Chop, jump shooter pop pop
Dump Rugers in a fucking river, fuck a cop cop
Chitty chitty bang bang, I know how to play it right
Shitty shitty Slaine Slaine, I ain't gotta say it twice
[Verse 2:]
So tell me how in the world I could be shit on now
There's no stopping me, you could put the kid on trial
They heard me coming with the flavour sick of bit on styles
So get on the bus but bitch you'd better sit on down
I'm pitching fire at you, put your mitt on, pal
[? ] I'm lonelier than [? ] cell
Got a perch up in Heaven that I sit on well
Rapper fuck a movie, hock a loogie, spit on Hell
Yeah, that's my steez homie, this ain't even nothing to me
I don't even smoke crack, I'm just into puffing oolies
I ain't gonna pull back with the DMS squad
We can spare a couple but we leave the fucking rest scarred
God Bless God, guess you never ever know
If the shit is hitting hard like you Sarara O
I could scare a scarecrow when I smoke a bag of 'dro
Coming out the underground and I'm dragging you below
It's a catastrophe, yo his agony is broke
Never lagging like the other ones who's dragging feet in snow
[? ] hit me up with the banging beat I know
It's like I'm on a corner pitching blow in six feet of snow
I got my pitching game right so get my name right
This is a bad move, man this is Slaine's night
I maim mics, it's like they think I ain't right
Slaine 9/11 plane, man you want to [? ]
[Chorus]
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