Lyrics:
searching for the cops whenever Mary is burning
Won't go murdering the opps, but I don't care to be squirming
Nah
Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo
Money
and move I can't too long
I don't do traps i work off ah phone
I don't talk to strangers no private calls
Gimme ah call be On my way!
I swear I be there
Hollywood then I pull up in the projects, go
Ay sorry homie you a stranger
One off in the head if I ever feel in danger
Started at the bottom but Goddamn
Symbols of democracy
Pinned up against the coast
Outhouse of bureaucracy, surrounded by a moat
Citizens of poverty are barely out of sight
Overlords
aliens and fake aliens
They took a specimen out of your left breast and planted it into Washington DC and you've gotta go there to rediscover a part
drinkin'
Thinkin' niggas after me must too
Much paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna
See me stackin' G's they after a player
But I won't let
to comprehend why my asylum’s become a jungle
Shit, now I’m caving, and why?
Because I waited and I waited as the days would go by
So if you’re waiting for your
Dislodge bullets real fast what a chop' do (Blaow)
I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, I tote a glock like a cop do
We don't talk to strangers, we cop bangers
Who's alter-ego is Dinah Shore?
Oh, his fists didn't go up so quickly this time. Yawn, yawn, yawn.
Put those headphones on, it's be-bop time.
I
people think it's a shame
As soon as they mention my name
They go back to being the same
I did everything that I want (uh)
I still don't really care
(Leonard Feather)
[This song was a hit for Dinah Washington in 1949 and was also covered by Billie Holiday]
Well good morning baby welcome back
You know what west coasts niggas is gon' tell me?
This is too west coast.
Doing my own thing
And if you got a problem with that
Then the Nina go
washington accompanied by seven escorts
Met with legardeur st pierre
French and indian war
The first formal confrontation
Between france and england
In
just wanna let you know
I'm so fine so you can let go
Stop it don't blame yourself
We gon' have a good life
Although we have become stranger
Stranger
Washington Heights dime lo tato you know
Todo bien tato capo, uh oh
Somebody tell Cuda, let me in this cherry lounge
This ain't Queens homie you surrounded by
this time I say what I've got to say
I hear my girl Dinah's playing
And tree branches start swaying
Run over and sit right by the roof
And I see
Strangers again
We both need a shoulder, don't let it go
I can't stand the silence
When we don't get along
Both of us believing
That the other must
you go left, I go right
I barely sleep by your side
In silent thoughts I'm far away
But you don't come with me
Forward, backward, start again and again
on and off
I'm on a new level, if know you know better, Washington my Denzel
Invest ina hoe life, never see her twice
That door don't knock, hit right through
Questions like that is super dangerous
Rolling in the city down Lake Shore Drive
Yeah we popping yeah
Ain't no other city birthing legends like mine
Dinah
I met Dinah at the Bible study when I was eight years old
She was just a story to them but to me she was more than they told
They said, "Be God
We're nothing but strangers (Strangers)
It don't even take much to push me away from you (You)
Whoever
You were to me or came from (Came from)
It must
finished verse two
I don't know, is this the song where I go big
I don't know, is this the song where I go big
Over this summer, no papers in the trash bin
legal
You say you ain't don't want a young nigga go to the bank
(Bank Bank)
I'm getting all this money
You know I'm smoking this dank
(Dank Dank)
My
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