Lyrics:
a cummerbund
Rack race
I'm in first place
Fuck a runner up
Young nigga run it up
Young nigga run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Real niggas getting to it
Nah you
time we made it official
I'm talking tatted initials
I’m talking veils & cummerbunds
Cause we done fishing
(No more fish in the sea you the only fish for
Cognac N Cummerbunds
Some days tears roll as a nigga reminisce
cm I a good son and a brother to my sis
One of you helped me fight, the other helped
Summer sun, you know that I am the god, son
Trifling sewer bitch, grab it out my cummerbund
I'm a gentleman, catch me in a cummerbund
Contributing
of what I was
While I'm buttering up all these butter-buns
In their buttoned up shirts and cummerbunds
I got ninety-nine problems, score a hundred runs
You
Kinda hard to shake your rump When you're wearing a tie and a cummerbund
Tuxedos are always fun Unless you are the only one
That's wearing one
Then it's
the Cadillac, (yeah)
Nasty Noompsy Knightingale
Fresh in that tuxedo
Cummerbund with no suspenders
My torpedo, you libido
Need to chat (chip, chop it up,
come on, oh
Who was your number one?
Who had niggas at the alter wearing fuchsia gators and cummerbunds?
Got my hand on my gun,
As I'm sitting
come to a stage in my life and I just can't let my life move me upstage
Tuxedo on and a cummerbund, finger crossed behind my back
On the corner watching
this weather no they say I'm twenty three degrees a new meat
I wish it would rain soon
Wilting yes in funky cummerbund yes sporting a new pea coat
and opposite one
Yes that means the consequence comes
Fields of cumbersome back breaking labor
Can’t be healed with just a cummerbund
I was homecoming queen call
Wrapped around my waist like a cummerbund
Don't make a nigga pump (clap clap) you up!
I come in that new thing she threw up
Now yo' bitch ass gotta clean
holding heavy arms
Straight cash with a stash in the cummerbund
More Bacardi and the bouncers of the party hum
Riots erupting around and still we party
mathematics for beloved
And beasts' bellies covered like the cummerbunds of butlers
How was your day, can I make what you say
What I wanna hear, cause I
of 'em
He's got guns in cummerbunds
So understand you under son
Don't make me have you running
From a hundred guns
Don't make me grab your only son
I'm
Fund"
I'd leave the change and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund
I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store
Laying tactless stripping
like 21
Fridays are draft night, you bitches is one and dones
I'm the one of one, I'm the summer son
I'm the street dream, Nas with the cummerbund
Middle of the Summer months
Powder to my waist see my cocaine cummerbund
Tuxedo all white
Something like my prom night
My teachers even saw jail
They ain't
front of 'em
He's got guns in cummerbunds
So understand you under son
Don't make me have you running
From a hundred guns
Don't make me grab your only son
hundred drums
Teslas with the cummerbunds (Mafia)
Son of a gun on Sunderland
It was one and done
Ain't nothing new under the sun
Except me jumping bun
In
Grammy night bow ties and cummerbunds
Ciroc soak bad bitch, I'm layin' under one
Make her work for it, night nurse for it
In the morning she can get her
where everybody tucks like a cummerbund
Used to push the Range Rover truck, that was cumbersome
I had to give it up like when James give the drummer
his cummerbund
He get it from his mama he ain't nothin' but his mother's son
She used to get it popping like bubblegum
Peddling poison was often
With an ivory pipe
And a cummerbund
In the dead of night
On the autobahn
With the long ago
On the radio
And the dreaming moon...
We were young and in
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