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BLP KOSHER - “Miami Rainbows” - Lyrics
He caught a Rico did em nasty. Let my people go like pharaoh
Peeled off, spinning in reverse, that’s
Him? He was like a typical thug
Hat and glasses, he had to bag the baddest bitch at the club
He had a, way with his words, a certain – how should I put
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
to a pastor (3 e’s!)
Uuh uhh B-B-But that don't make him weak
He always By hisself But he got Back up that's his heat
He tryna change his ways But now he Back
disgrace from God
So I flick wrists to deploy Dormamu
And pick six stones like Troy Polamalu
Marvel at my wordplay, I got an infinite supply
Like eight is
think he's a hemopheliac
Til there's peace in Iraq carry beats on my back
I left the street cracked open like I leaped Shaq
Vegetarian I'm off the meat
Goodness and mercy shall follow me
For all the days of my life
As I will dwell in the house of my Father
(King Tay)
(What's the Deal Yo)
He saved us
full of construction, road signs and pot holes
I’m bout to bring out the beast
Whole animal in these streets
They gone be like oh he changed
But really
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
The many who were fooled by their Pastor
Who couldn't get the metaphor of Pollux and Castor
Only saw mythology
Even though they have Theology
Confirming that
as the pastor's praying
Prideful, I don't even succumb when I'm defeated
All it do is get me mad, and I'm comfortable heated
I come from a family of drunks, I'm
in no locker
He made the wrong move, think before not after
He got life without parole and it turned em to a pastor
Uuuuhh uhhhhhh B-B-But that don't
Offset he got me high
That was right by the neighbors house?
Remember the time we broke in the neighbors house
That was our first paper route
Remember
it's yo ass
In a crowd full of hoes I would notice yo ass
[Bridge: T.I.]
A now a thug done chose
And I don't give a damn if the club done closed
He puts them on that list
But when I get on tracks rappers
Fuckin' fear that I exist
Like a Catholic Pastor thinkin' 'bout
Kids in this rapture event
Pocket full of money yeah you know a nigga hood rich
Hoodstar, been there, counted all that
Tell that boy official by the way he wear his ball cap
somethin?
So, he can beat the pussy up
Like he stole somethin?
Yeah, why?all know what it is, it?s your girl comin? at you
Shot out to all my dope boys in
the wine
slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Oooh!
God
I jus' was working for myself(Self)
God so love the world
He sacrificed His only son (son)
I got a knock at my door
Way back at 2009
It was a pastor
I looked that n*gga in his face, Ohh
Put 'em in his place, Ohh
Yeh, Ohhh
Yeah
Looking at these niggas face
They full of lies
I can never face demise
been trynna stay up out the streets
And he gon show that
Aint nobody ridin by his crib
Like yo where mo at
But don't you get it twisted
If he have to he
With
Your boy he's making noise
All by himself that's right I'm Independent
Not selling out unless we're talking About
Checking who's on the fucking
tell you he wanna'
Do you how I can do you imma' have to make you a mother
Troy Ave in ya' club I'm a shooter
Semi automatic or the ruger
Since the sand
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