Lyrics:
She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College
That's where I
Caught her eye
She told me
She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College
That's where I
Caught her eye
She told me
the baking pies, shit
Still got my name carved in that central booking
Gave that pussy a scar and told him good lookin'
You's a crack baby, that means your
She came from Greece,
She had a thirst for knowledge.
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College.
That's where I caught her eye.
She told
stare
Diamonds in my mouth but it is you who care
I ain't kissing you and I won't if you dared
I'm the highest shit on da shelf
Remy martin bitch we keep
Born in the town of Scranton, PA,
Down the street from the church of Saint Ann.
Raised in West Side by the Sunoco Street,
Family had the land since
to the lawn, out there
She kicked me hard, to the grill
With one of them, Doc Martin heels
Murderas, you know how that feels
Your lip be out there
Time
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge,
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College,
That's where I,
Caught her eye.
She told me
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge,
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College,
That's where I,
Caught her eye.
She told me
youre in is beserk
like a rock kangaroo
im the boogie man
youre overdue
damn you got a short attention span
i bet u dropped outta college
cuz i can tell
treated housewife livin' month of rent
When I was two yearly central eight dive progress david king
Boulevard, learn how to bike if bus Israeli minimum
Aston Martin wings I'm fly
They say all the good brothers still go to prison
And they got me ready with the high school detention
When I didn't split
plus qu'à décrocher ton BTS
On te recherche
On tape "Saint Paul" sur le GPS
Les vrais j'les rassure
Les faux j'les inquiète
Des sueurs froides chez la
myself out
Pull up in a aston martin
Wish I could flex myself out
My old friends snakes they serpents Hence why I am introverted
In darkness now I be
mon psychiatre
Parc Saint Martin s'illumine dans ce ciel doré au soleil de feu
Soir au matin j'admire le quartier la où je me réveille depuis nejeu
I'm in the field picking cotton
I'm up at Saint Mary's College, I'm chugging wine bags in Moraga
I'm passed out on the beanbag, I'm shot dead like
Popz
On Christmas but Saint Nick dismissed the list
That taught the kid that
If you want anything you gotta work for it
Cuz you're going to appreciate it
plugged in, nigga, like my Samsung phone
I got gold on my finger, diamonds on my necker And I just got me a motherfuckin' checker
Ridin' down Martin Luther
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