Lyrics:
like day time
3 songs in as many tries
'n 4 hits deep
This one make five
6 deep ya that’s how I ride
7 shooters by my side
8 shawtys they blowin' mines
something Awor
We dey eat something Awor
Come see we dey flip something Awor
I go by the name Okesie I be rapper producer y3 faste naame
Inbame k3 insquad33
Put two and two together ([B.G.] Think, nigga)
Ya gotta maintain ([M] Ya got to maintain)
Ya either gon'...have things ([M] Have things
[Chorus]
Hey mister,
Stick out ya wrist, how many in this?
Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes?
I need to see how deep them pockets get.
Let
to put the lead on ya
So punk motherfuckers try to test me if you want to
Cause we're smoking that weed, feeling fine
Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime
level
Got you fuCcin up ya schedule
Said you only fucc witt clear but bet that paulie hit you better
Welcome to the trap party I got whatever you need
If
Sun
Basquiat wit these tunes I'm one of a one
If I don't use this gift
Then when World War III begins
I'll be outside stealing your shillings
didn't cut it,
I started to protest, but Dad said
Homer: Shut it.
Get up. Mow the lawn. Move it. On the double.
'Cause if you don't, you're in deep
mummy
I no go care if she bore, whoa
Gyae saa adi3 nu
Gyae saa adi3 nu, shawty gone chop me dry ye ye
Shw3 ni hu fin bi
Shw3 ni hu fin bi, shawty gone
with it, even if I did it
I got a hundred homeboys to say I didn't hit it
My name's Everlast, I got the funky rhymes
I make more papers than the LA Times
high, so high
This bud is got me high
So high, so high
Mesmorized by the motherfuckin'
Ya'll niggas odn't get high
Like the dirty Three 6 Mafia
We
down trees like a Category 5
Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side
I could walk these streets if I was blind, nahmtawkinbout?
Yung Redd, take ya
debt... cause I took out [some] loans
My pockets deep.. like Davy Jones I'm a
Pirate for booty and I caught ya off duty, gettin'
Hunted by [the] cheetah,
to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
or beat down for ya flag
'cause if you is or you ain't a gang banger
Keep one in the chamber
'cause you'll
I was a middle child we was three brothers
In and out them walls we could hardly see each other
I was living wild I could of been deep under
It's
To force up they nostril, 'til it got full
But now they pop for a pill
Lil one here's what's up, Drugs could kill
But drugs could heal
If ya, ah, ill for
stands for some change, yeah a money do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah money a do it
If I want it I'ma get it, I got money to do it
I see ya got some
Street, think it's dumb sweet?
You want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack
rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on
For more Millenniums than Mazda's got on the car lot
And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call
Street, think it's dumb sweet?
You want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack
a drive-by on a church
Got 30's and ratchets, AR with attachments
We kill em we catch em
Threw on my dog on em he fetch him
He was at home alone he stressin
of a spurt
Nowhere to run/nowhere to hide
Hahahahahahahaha
1 2 3 4 more years gone by
1 2 3 4 how many more til I die
Til I die
Uh, til I die
Uh, til I die
touch on you more and more every time
When you leave, I'm begging you not to go
Call your name two or three times in a row
Got me looking so crazy right
1 time for my bitches
2 times for my guys
3 times for my 4 5
Gotta keep it by my side
6 deep when we ride
7 in the morning
Gotta get up and get
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