Lyrics:
small as fuck just call it a twig
Man you ride with the pigs
Bitches be sour they resemble figs
Woah tuh ya dig
My talent is there I'm just not that big
Yo SourMilk, what up brah justin Credible
I hear you on the radio every night brah
This one for LA leakers, turn me up
Shit, nigga don't be always
that's looking sick
In the realm of valued things
Eating berries and dried figs
I try and lay off too much cake
'Cause my core, it takes first place
mile
Ginger ale sounds stale ultra violet shattered bone
Say so tornado black velvet stepping stone
Fig tree old reefs morning glory
Farm house no spouse
Heater in my jeans ended up in hot water
But I'll take it cause I'm used to cold shower
Homie paid the bail the po-po so sour
That shit was rapid we
With your sour soul
Oh, Sylvia was talking to me
As we sat at the base of a fig tree
She said, "I'm so hungry I don't know which one to eat"
And as we
crunchwrap
Damn, teeth big
New Ray-Ban swag
Purple urkel nerd
Fig newton, through it
Altruist sharer devouring shit
Like that candy
Sweet sour, apparent
Soy
then pull up at shoppers
Y'all know who me, I walk down the hill for carne asada
Sour cream, extra cheese and a large horchata
Same nigga from the group,
run from it, the pun of it
Moody high fields
Like I could never catch a buddy now
The best, green as a nest
Lets put out our cigs, and watch dirty figs
them
every hour. The Dragon has devolver, Jesus name never
had power, eat figs from the tree bet it taste sour.
HOOK
OUTRO WITH DR. UMAR JOHNSON
So Jesus answered and said to them
Assuredly, I say to you, if you have faith and do not doubt
You will not only do what was done to the fig tree
But
down, bitch don't gimme no flowers
Smoke exotic or get sick so bitch don't give me no sour
He asked me, could he have her back, I told him give me four
the dream, like my name Hakeem
I'm talkin' shit, like I was a reverend
I'm not new to this yea I been a veteran
Got the sour D, I just treat it like medicine
I
but so clever
When I write rhymes on brown bags and in shower steam
Me and Paul are the power team
We'll leave you deflowered with a mouth full of sour
your enchilada
I'm fake famous 'round this bitch, still pull up at Shoppers
Y'all know me, I walked down here for some carne asada
Sour cream mixed
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