Lyrics:
on a nigga eyelids
Sea Fonk bitch, rockin' with a Fiji bandana
Let me take you underwater
You not a dime you a quarter
Flex nigga like yoga
Complex nigga
budget that I'm getting now, I stretch it like it's yoga
This new quarter that I got it smell like ammonia
See I Told them to listen
Told these birds
Ford is
Dopiest writing so glorious
Smoking potent and eating oranges
Freestyling on cordless
Or payphones with quarters
In yoga position semi-circle
flame yoga flame (yo yo)
Yoga flame yoga flame (yo yo)
Get at me man im making it rain
Pull up with a quarter ounce of that caine
Always on worst will
check. brought the football, whose the quarter back? check.
Yoga mat? check. I'm the meditation vet, and if we've got God then you know we all set.
It's
bookey tell em straight allow it
This that fire so incredible you cannot douse it
This got that quarter circle punch to yoga flame about it
To have this
She said, she said
She said, yeah (what she say)
Told me she like to practice yoga
So now I'm guessing that her head's right, yeah
She knows so many
Chorus:
Ass shakin at a quarter to 2 and I?m feelin you're ready to
Freak me Freak me
Body?s caught an applause you can hear us in the bathroom
you stretching it like yoga
I can't fuck with you, you be coolin' with some cobras
Couple bills for a brand new shirt, Balmain
Gave my all, no refunds
Uh it's PT baby
Now get high
Quarter pounds of sticky dro
Flip that bitch and watch it grow
Now I'm sitting on a whole
About to hit the grocery
(You did good, $lick)
(It's a smash)
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
I got that Glock in my yoga pants
chasing
I'm half amazing, a quarter sinner, a quarter savior
Fascinated, Rakaa seen the wretched paint the righteous painting
My travel agent's favorite,
I got, I got, I got, I got
Loyalty, got royalty
Inside my DNA
Cocaine quarter piece, got war and peace
Inside my DNA
I got power, poison, pain
would leave a mood
Or energy, you see his wife practiced Yoga
Made herbal enhancers that had saved the soldiers
Guard the treasures in the chambers,
Bugattis, Versace sheets when we freak
She be movin' that dough, quarter mil on her wrist
Why you niggas be slippin'? This bitch is fuckin' your bitch
Saks
[Chorus]
Ass shaken at a quarter to 2 and I'm feelin' your ready to
Freak me Freak me
Body's caught an applause you can hear us in the bathroom
McDonald's when I move in packs
Quarter-Pound Supersized bullets and Big Mac's
House longer than I-70, arise ten stories
And I still "Rob" niggas just like
that's that
I'm the quarter back, get sacked so fast you collapse in the grass on your ass
Cop that Maybach in straight cash
Money bands grippin like
lips so sweet, iced tea lemonade
We exercise, yoga, then meditate
Killin every demon that tries to plague
Our selves worth, so we celebrate
Dance in
swear this bitch been lookin' stupid
Could make this quarter three, three quarters, but this half' A do it
We gon' see who half-ass'N, then see who
wet dream is out wit'em,
(See) Doin' a little yoga, a little karma sutra,
Steak house nigga, used to be a Ramen noodler,
Heavy on B and E's, was
the beauty of a good life below
I'm bout to change the way I'm livin homey
I'm eatin vegan, no ham or baloney
I'm startin off my day with yoga stretches
I'm
Fell in the dump, it's about a quarter past twelve
Skinny with the rest of Nappy comin' as well
Any nigga in this bitch ain't confident in his gal
But then I again I was never one for the big brain
Dilla-dolla bill, presidential on my wrist, mane
Yoga flip flame
Fuck what everybody doing, right
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