Panamera
Kurry Suave
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Uh... I can feel it when it's playin' I can feel it in my headtop, I can feel it in my veins (I can feel it in my veins) Yeah...uh, I can feel it when it's playing (playin') I can feel it in my headtop, I can feel it in my veins (I can feel it in my veins) Yeah... I got a voice so I gotta use that shit Ego, I bruise that shit Top shelf, I'm top flight, nigga, move I got a voice so I gotta use that shit Ego, I bruise that shit Top shelf, I'm top flight, nigga, move Yeah, I feel like I'm Pablo I feel like, I feel like Picasso I feel like dancin' in the Louvre, check the brush strokes Dancin' in the Louvre, check the brush strokes Uh...I feel like I'm Pablo I feel like, I feel like Picasso I feel like dancin' in the Louvre, check the brush strokes Yeah, dancin' in the Louvre, check the brush strokes Uh, yeah I'm God's Will, nigga, two G Check stance, nigga, too deep I feel like I'm Peter, a church on the rock and none of y'all niggas can move me Bullshit don't move Gs Big Wolves don't sleep Fela told me "don't play with the music" Yeah, look You gotta give it your soul If you ain't gon' do it a hundred percent, so why do you do it at all? Nigga, you dont gotta lie in these songs You want no smoke, save the bong You only see green mowing lawns You don't put no bitch in a thong Uh, yeah...Jack Dan with the ice in it CAT Scan on this life business, if you look close see the price in it Vans move with your wife in 'em Dance moves like it's Mike in 'em Hard times when the cheese low, see the friend groups with the mice in 'em Wait...damn (hoo!) Ay, this snus pouch got a vice in it Glenfiddy make my head dizzy, swear this double cup got advice in it All death come with life in it Can't leave 'cause it's life, innit? (Yee!) In the ring with the heavyweights, get 'em boxed in, then I Tyson 'em I was too used to enticin' 'em, now I curve broads like a curveba- Tried the love shit, it didn't work out, sad times but it's part of the game Same game where I'm chargin' the thing Soldier soul with the heart of a king No friendships, got a real fear of endin' up like what my father became Shit was over when I started the thing! Whet? Ay, I'm goin' ghost mode this year (hoo!) Really lean back, nicotine rap - they don't want no smoke this year I lost like 8 friends last year and it all came through experience (haaa) They there for the smooth periods (haaa) But leave when it's too serious (haaa) I think I'm losin' my way (yee)...drownin' in women and liquour and silence I ain't been sleep in like 900 hours Spit at the floor in the sight of a coward Bro did me dirty, we filled him with showers Cut out the snakes, we could never allow it I might not eat if it's regular food, but gimme a beat and it's gettin' devoured (Ay, yuh, wait, yuh) (Yee!) I got a gift so I gotta use that shit Way 'fore a nigga lose that shit Wait for a nigga, God's time Momma prayed for a nigga all kinds and it's time now, I gotta prove that shit Ego, I bruise that shit He know I might reload like Nemo, I gotta lose that shit Who's that fish? F*ck that, nigga - big shark in the tank Rollin' with the crews so I gotta cruise/Kroos that ship Toni with it, in the field - where the lil duppy boys I'm a shark, where the lil guppy boys I'm a bull, where the lil puppy boys I'ma a... Hol'up, yeah, uh... Life's hard, but we life through it Talk shit then I might do it I'm at your crib, I take out your bitch, I make her eat out then I drive through it Man, a nigga ego got a size to it Bird's eye, put my sight to it Talking straight cash, I don't fake facts, gotta take that shit and put a knife through it (yee) Me and my circle got 3.14 - we ain't workin' on math but we gettin' the (pie) We ain't talkin' 'bout meth but we gettin' the (high) We ain't talkin' 'bout planes and makin' it (fly) We ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin' and gettin' it (by) Judgin' niggas with a log in my (eye) Criticism got not sensitive (side) Got the heart of lion, don't play with the (guy) I be talkin' my own damn girlfriend when I say that I'm into to the thick of it (hoo!) I be killin' my own damn bestfriend on the verse when I hop in the booth with it (yee) I be cookin' a whole damn gourmet, Kurry Suave the nigga who spicin' it (yee) Lee Spike - the vision, I'm tight with it (yee) '97 Chicago, I'm Mike with it (yee) Gettin' myself off the internet (I)...don't give a f*ck like a celibate (I)...I don't tip toe, I'm big dawg with a big schlong and I'm ready to (fight) They Christopher Wallace, they Ready To (Die) I hop on the beat and I'm blacking its (eye) No man on the top the boy, but if it's a girl then I'm grippin' her (thighs) Uh, this here ain't no regular high Kurry Suave, RayKamikaze, south side was never a regular size Game shift, yeah, we changin' the tide On top and I'm bringing my guys I got the shit that you niggas can't buy Uh, all of you niggas are fried, right Yeah... I got a voice so I gotta use that shit Ego, I bruise that shit Top shelf, I'm top flight, nigga, move I got a voice so I gotta use that shit Ego, I bruise that shit Top shelf, I'm top flight, nigga, move
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