CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 48 Hours
Yo, this is Kerser aka King Kerser aka The Sickest
At the moment, you are tuned into Indigomerkaba
You're about to hear some crazy sh*t, some sh*t that sounds like a nightclub just got pe-pe-peppered
Let em know bruz, bring that real sh*t back
It be 48 Hours until the clock stop
It be 48 Hours, look at the stopwatch
Making a classic, all I ever need is 48
48 motherf**kers waiting to see my fall from grace
Unless you heard from me then I bet the story changed
They don't evеr wanna hear me talk about my glory days
They don't еver wanna see me f**kin' soar again
They wanna see me under the dirt in the pouring rain
All I ever need is 48
48 hours flirting with the angel of death in the morgue again
All I ever need is 48
I could make eight tracks in 48 minutes
This a f**kin' ball game, I don't wait for scrimmage
I feel like Popeye when he ate that spinach, yeah
All I ever need is f**kin' 48 hours
48 hours to kill all of you cowards, motherf**ker
I be working while I'm hungry, I don't ever eat
I be working tired, I don't ever sleep
When you look at me, you see something that you will never be
The work ethic can't be matched, you ain't on my pedigree
Homie fell in love with that pipe smoke and amphetamines
Motherf**kers ain't getting next to me, definitely
I just want a VVS, my necklace piece, hectic-ly
I just wanna be remembered as a f**kin' legend, see?
It was part of the plan
I was hungry, started robbing and I started a scam
Yeah, look at me wrong, imma start with your man
Imma slap the taste out his mouth and ask him to dance
Yeah, yeah
Look in my eyes, you can see I'm hungry
Look to the sky and you can see me coming
48 Hours to make my best sh*t
f**k my chick for 48 hours, I make the bed flip, whooo
48 hours, ain't making slow jams
They want me back to the old me, they want the old jams
When I'm walking with my chick, we never hold hands
But when she pulling on my d**k, she using both hands
Oh man, and when we f**king in the morning
Scare the postman, feel it deep in her gut, she say "Oh, damn"
48 hours to f**kin' make a classic
Only got 48 hours, tryna make it happen
Let's go
At the moment, you are tuned into Indigomerkaba
You're about to hear some crazy sh*t, some sh*t that sounds like a nightclub just got pe-pe-peppered
Let em know bruz, bring that real sh*t back
It be 48 Hours until the clock stop
It be 48 Hours, look at the stopwatch
Making a classic, all I ever need is 48
48 motherf**kers waiting to see my fall from grace
Unless you heard from me then I bet the story changed
They don't evеr wanna hear me talk about my glory days
They don't еver wanna see me f**kin' soar again
They wanna see me under the dirt in the pouring rain
All I ever need is 48
48 hours flirting with the angel of death in the morgue again
All I ever need is 48
I could make eight tracks in 48 minutes
This a f**kin' ball game, I don't wait for scrimmage
I feel like Popeye when he ate that spinach, yeah
All I ever need is f**kin' 48 hours
48 hours to kill all of you cowards, motherf**ker
I be working while I'm hungry, I don't ever eat
I be working tired, I don't ever sleep
When you look at me, you see something that you will never be
The work ethic can't be matched, you ain't on my pedigree
Homie fell in love with that pipe smoke and amphetamines
Motherf**kers ain't getting next to me, definitely
I just want a VVS, my necklace piece, hectic-ly
I just wanna be remembered as a f**kin' legend, see?
It was part of the plan
I was hungry, started robbing and I started a scam
Yeah, look at me wrong, imma start with your man
Imma slap the taste out his mouth and ask him to dance
Yeah, yeah
Look in my eyes, you can see I'm hungry
Look to the sky and you can see me coming
48 Hours to make my best sh*t
f**k my chick for 48 hours, I make the bed flip, whooo
48 hours, ain't making slow jams
They want me back to the old me, they want the old jams
When I'm walking with my chick, we never hold hands
But when she pulling on my d**k, she using both hands
Oh man, and when we f**king in the morning
Scare the postman, feel it deep in her gut, she say "Oh, damn"
48 hours to f**kin' make a classic
Only got 48 hours, tryna make it happen
Let's go
