Lyrics:
Goyard
Got a Mexican plug and a senorita (ay)
This shit, hold it, dub, turn a nigga to the Grim Reaper
Yeah, the game I finessed it, yeah (ooh)
I
THESE FOOLISH THINGS (REMIND ME OF YOU)
(Holt Marvell/Jack Strachey)
Oh! Will you never let me be?
Oh! Will you never set me free?
The ties
the telly
Polo on, glasses on, looking kinda spiffy
Ain't no way im mini, ain't no mickey
I know real shooters
Who gon aim it at yo kidney
I count checks by
don’t love me
I love this streets, but it don’t love me
Sold a couple drugs just to get by, it felt nice to get fed right
Never gave a fuck about the next
The mis-conceivers and the non-believers
People don't believe the hype cause Leehom ain't no stereotype
No Crystale in the tub (no)
Or iced out Spreewell dubs (no)
I'm
the street jumped off
The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white capisque had my 501's, five dunkie rolls
Couldn't be saved by john the pope the m-a-c and k from
and the snaz, the shoeboys and the satins.
Like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in.
Oh, I got my eyes on you.
Now keep a watch on your
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
on a yacht
Flip the street cash and try to pick some stocks
Kick back in your pad and watch it roll like crops
But it really ain't that easy, Or we all would
was, then in '65
Lou Reed and John Cale in
A Ludlow Street dive
Had a similar musical spin
Also on acoustic guitar and violin
With even more New York
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
into a little tree sap
I got a woman at home, ain't fell in love where the weeds at
Started off with a dime, but by the time I was thug
She was less
in hood, what's goodin'
She got the wizard of west wood, like old John Wooding
But how could I need that
I'm looking for feedback, because I can't
mean you done
I ain't repeating it John
Grabbed her iPhone, purse and charger
Now she storming out the door, and i'm slowly walking after her
Cos see my
street protection
Ain't nothing complex about the way I cock my biscuit
I set and threat it, bust that tech son, it's not explicit
Exquisite, in divine
Gyeah
Gyeah
We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods
These real CPT G's please show no love
Compton
Compton
in this bitch
Somebody
Shine On
Reign Is Consistent, Pour My Rise Straight For The Don
Hustle In Silent, Success Is Lethal, Dollaz I Cs
I Make It Smoking John, Blaze On This
What comes around goes around that's the cycle of this life
That's the cycle of this life
That's the cycle of this life
Made it to the Dub Club I'm
and Propane
Run it up run it up
Diamonds make you fall in love
Use to treat me like a dub
Now we popping in the club
Groopie B*tches show me love
Use to be
don't seize up
Hands in the air with your keys up
Can't see me, John Cena
Hopped in, popped out
Twenty for the watch now
Bossed out
Never should
gotta show and prove
I was by myself, never me and you
Now I'm catchin' dubs, can't forget how I used to lose
Ayy, if you love me, gotta show and prove
I
dropped out of Cooley High gassed up by a cutie pie oh
Damn I wish I could tell you all of it the real nigga in me can't do it
I had pain on top of pain
slide and hit
Its just what in you nigga
You can pay 150 no refund
And still can’t do shit with it
You can make a 20 off a dub
If you know how to get
the king
Now it’s just us no peace you don’t really matter to me
Love splattered In the street, uh loot and maneuver to eat ain’t nothing free but a speech
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