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SERPENT SONG Video (MV)




Performed By: Levit8 & Zivsick
Language: English
Length: 3:16
Written by: Daniel Zivcic, Mason McD




Levit8 & Zivsick - SERPENT SONG Lyrics




Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, like
I've been dressing with style
And y'all been acting too wild
Feel like a City Girl, 'cause I'm about to act up
She got wet like the Nile, but now she stuck in denial
Lil' bitch, that ain't my child
I ain't that one
It's like I got a f*cking role in Riverdale
Swear to god, I ain't even know how to act
Silly me, Billie Jean really think she gone' jack my mic
Like it's 'Ye off the cognac

Got a real ass bag full of bread
Put the lead to your dome
Bitch, I'm about to empty the chrome
Got a real ass bitch, give me head until I'm dead
Until I'm gone
That's my lil' bae, she at home
Got a real ass bag full of bread
Put the lead to your dome
Bitch, I'm about to empty the chrome
Got a real ass bitch, give me head until I'm dead
Until I'm gone
Got a, got a, got a, got a

Got a real ass bitch, everybody say she do it for the clout
But she really knew me for a while
Got the drones at the station
Impatient, I'm waiting for now
And my homeboys raiding your house
I got big blue bucks
Never gave a f*ck
I been getting more, never settled for enough
Big Benz truck
Long live Gus
Tommy shirt, like the gun, know I got to keep it tucked
Never want to get smacked with the chopsticks
Up and coming but you know that I'm a top pick
Round the block with my bitch, I got the top down
Then I did her like the charts, and then I topped it
Bitch you know I'm never leaving
I'ma kill it every season
Make a milli' every month, and rule the planet by the weekend
Everybody trying to peep it
Ain't nobody going to leak it
All my cousins want my money, but they never really need it

Got a real ass bag full of bread
Put the lead to your dome
Bitch, I'm about to empty the chrome
Got a real ass bitch, give me head until I'm dead
Until I'm gone
That's my lil' bae, she at home
Got a real ass bag full of bread
Put the lead to your dome
Bitch, I'm about to empty the chrome
Got a real ass bitch, give me head until I'm dead
Until I'm gone
Got a, got a, got a, got a

I'm taking every bet, somebody hold my cup
I'm Kanye making waves, you gotta turn me up
It's getting way too hard to f*cking show some love
Cause everybody a fake, you don't know who to trust
Sometimes I look to the sky, I feel there's angels with me
And they be sending me blessings
Money, diamonds, and women
It's kind of sad that these bitches always be losing' feelings
But they don't want me to lose, that's why I'm always winning
JPEG said "Catch me in a cold mood"
I'm Cheez Whiz, Cool Whip, I'm at Whole Foods
My flow nice, even if I'm on a slow tune
I'm going crazy on bitches like it's a full moon
I'm fresh ice, too cold, out the freezer
Feel like Frieza, Gohan, or Vegeta
Super straight forward, girl, I never wanna tease you
Hit it, then you miss it like I'm f*cking on Khalifa
Got the big dogs, big bops on the set
Feel like Rick Ross, Big Smalls, got the bread
When you lift off, please dog, don't forget
Where you came from, kingdom, got to rep
Want to break up? Are you taking the piss?
Girl, you playin' with my feels
Man, you can't be legit
Used to call me a king, what if I really is
And the irony is
I want off with your head
Bang

Yeah
Like oh God, I got to cool down
I show these bitches what this life be like
Like I don't know what to do now
Confusing, but this might be right
Like oh God, I got to cool down
Ha!
Show these bitches what this life be like
Like I don't know what to do now
Ha ha ha!
Confusing but this might be right
Might
Be
Right
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, like
I've been dressing with style
And y'all been acting too wild
Feel like a City Girl, 'cause I'm about to act up
She got wet like the Nile, but now she stuck in denial
Lil' bitch, that ain't my child
I ain't that one
It's like I got a f*cking role in Riverdale
Swear to god, I ain't even know how to act
Silly me, Billie Jean really think she gone' jack my mic
Like it's 'Ye off the cognac

Got a real ass bag full of bread
Put the lead to your dome
Bitch, I'm about to empty the chrome
Got a real ass bitch, give me head until I'm dead
Until I'm gone
That's my lil' bae, she at home
Got a real ass bag full of bread
Put the lead to your dome
Bitch, I'm about to empty the chrome
Got a real ass bitch, give me head until I'm dead
Until I'm gone
Got a, got a, got a, got a

Got a real ass bitch, everybody say she do it for the clout
But she really knew me for a while
Got the drones at the station
Impatient, I'm waiting for now
And my homeboys raiding your house
I got big blue bucks
Never gave a f*ck
I been getting more, never settled for enough
Big Benz truck
Long live Gus
Tommy shirt, like the gun, know I got to keep it tucked
Never want to get smacked with the chopsticks
Up and coming but you know that I'm a top pick
Round the block with my bitch, I got the top down
Then I did her like the charts, and then I topped it
Bitch you know I'm never leaving
I'ma kill it every season
Make a milli' every month, and rule the planet by the weekend
Everybody trying to peep it
Ain't nobody going to leak it
All my cousins want my money, but they never really need it

Got a real ass bag full of bread
Put the lead to your dome
Bitch, I'm about to empty the chrome
Got a real ass bitch, give me head until I'm dead
Until I'm gone
That's my lil' bae, she at home
Got a real ass bag full of bread
Put the lead to your dome
Bitch, I'm about to empty the chrome
Got a real ass bitch, give me head until I'm dead
Until I'm gone
Got a, got a, got a, got a

I'm taking every bet, somebody hold my cup
I'm Kanye making waves, you gotta turn me up
It's getting way too hard to f*cking show some love
Cause everybody a fake, you don't know who to trust
Sometimes I look to the sky, I feel there's angels with me
And they be sending me blessings
Money, diamonds, and women
It's kind of sad that these bitches always be losing' feelings
But they don't want me to lose, that's why I'm always winning
JPEG said "Catch me in a cold mood"
I'm Cheez Whiz, Cool Whip, I'm at Whole Foods
My flow nice, even if I'm on a slow tune
I'm going crazy on bitches like it's a full moon
I'm fresh ice, too cold, out the freezer
Feel like Frieza, Gohan, or Vegeta
Super straight forward, girl, I never wanna tease you
Hit it, then you miss it like I'm f*cking on Khalifa
Got the big dogs, big bops on the set
Feel like Rick Ross, Big Smalls, got the bread
When you lift off, please dog, don't forget
Where you came from, kingdom, got to rep
Want to break up? Are you taking the piss?
Girl, you playin' with my feels
Man, you can't be legit
Used to call me a king, what if I really is
And the irony is
I want off with your head
Bang

Yeah
Like oh God, I got to cool down
I show these bitches what this life be like
Like I don't know what to do now
Confusing, but this might be right
Like oh God, I got to cool down
Ha!
Show these bitches what this life be like
Like I don't know what to do now
Ha ha ha!
Confusing but this might be right
Might
Be
Right
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Daniel Zivcic, Mason McD
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