Lyrics:
Like "recession" to "necessary downturn"
"Crude oil" on a beach to "mousse"
"Civilian death" to "collateral damages"
And being killed by your own Army
bags, so keep your lip zipped
Shit poppin' like ten zits, I got a little weed oil
Pull it when the pen lit, that's a good drag
He be high off it in
fishkill and oil
Ice on the wrist dial and all
But nevertheless, boo there was never a test
That stopped me from loving you best
I'm hypnotized, girl
the clip while you a gwan, oil up the gun.
Mi a smile and hide the piece everytime we a pass the police.
Everything a run smooth but, if you ever get bite by
with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon
Designer gifts red bottoms baboon
We
Woodrow Wilson has his fourteen points
But Clemenceau turns to Lloyd George
And says "You know that
God himself had only ten"
Today I'm carried by a league
said he heard the angels singing, "Cabin on the Hill"
Through the springtime he was groaning
"The good times are past and gone"
By the summer she was
here you call my name
Rose pedals, and all these oils, surrounded by a hundred candles,
The eagle delivers a letter, that says this night will last
of my '86 Pontiac
Afrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink
By 10 o'clock at night I'll be fuckin you on the sink
I can tell you're cummin by the way you
The sucka dropped a diss we did our shit why would i lie
Get pissed off and wanna drive by
Get fullys more than oil changes
Clapped on my opp that n***a
idyllic
You ain't seeing in, it's 25 tinted
24 karat Johnny Dang fillings
I don't count dollars, nah I count digits
8, 9, 10, I'm tryna count billions
256
And angry words are spoken
The milk's gone bad
And the phone rings once and stops
A sign on the door says open
3000 miles
Time to change the oil (x
Fill the accord when I'm on the road
I ain't check the oil in a long time
Baby say the phone work both ways
Then why you never really hitting my line
Ten
think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Some bible verses, couple sunnas
An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob
comprehended by the herds
Goin back to the days past the ol' gun phase
All stare in amaze or get caught with the rays
'Cause the X is like the master
Don't think i do because by eight o clock i haven't came by and scooped you up
Always busy excuses apart of the grind
But the truth is
I owe yo fine ass
or to soak in
But to have an impact on direction that they go in
Grounded by the roots, hooked to the soil
Recognize the rumble that we're in, yeah, it's
Sue, I'm a housewife...
Alright, tell him you're abducted by a strange group of aliens
No Sue he watches the X-files he knows the difference between real
And angry words are spoken
The milk's gone bad
And the phone rings once and stops
A sign on the door says open
3000 miles
Time to change the oil (x
hittin' targets like Peyton Manning
And you can catch me in the hood like a liquor store
Roll those dice, let's get that dough, I'm 6-8, I'm 10-4
I got
by me
so stand by gwaan big it up
Right ya now a you me want fi luv up
So comin inna me life because I love you so much
I like ten fireside woman you
extinguishing
Pullup in a Germán not japan like Mitsubishi
Oil de my head like durag mallam ka zo ka duba
I'm cool, calm but na you go collect
Zaka sha duga
Da
fly yeah I’m higher than a jet
Rolly on my wrist had to switch to Patek
And we live from the partments had to pop my shit
Str8 up out the slums
write rhymes with the Coke oil
Yo, Apollo heat
See me, sell reef right with ??? creep
Got out the club, seen the police, Diallo deep
I'm like Frank
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