Lyrics:
the booth with a suit and binoculars
Like nigga it's a honor, it's motherfuckin' honor
Miami palm trees, 305 lifestyle lost at sea
Can't see nothing but the water, no dry land
Even with binoculars nigga
It's ‘Sace on the road, turners
talkin' down is so monotonous
Them boys couldn't see me through they oculus with binoculars
I'm still the people's champ, yeah my pseudonym is synonymous
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
Don't overlook true wishes, binoculars
And please don't tell me you've forgotten us
Your last children living anonymous
In a very strange land where
like a whole cop, .45 wit' the binoculars
Hottest in streets no thermos
Thirty hangin' out no curfew
In the Maybach, closed curtains
Y'all niggas
of rocking his yamaka
While Stevie Wonder gawking at Rihanna's exotic
Erotic body through the wrong side of some top dollar binoculars
It's obvious,
my eyes, I'm your binocular
And every time you get a shock you'll learn
What's it like to be in my dimension
I'll be the center of your attention
Come
you say
Those must be some pair of binoculars
That you see every move I make
So I'll never be a liar
But you'll always be two-faced
You'll get what's
you say
Those must be some pair of binoculars
That you see every move I make
So I'll never be a liar
But you'll always be two-faced
You'll get what's
You're on the phone, you're all alone
I look at you, I look at you
Cry
Binoculars on my eyes
How come no one's over?
You're on the phone,
got binoculars (Copy the swag)
I got to watch the way I
Move 'cause I got popular (Ain't no way)
Yeah, how you mad your bitch a
Chooser? It's no
yo soul in an arrow
Mo' 4, 5-0 woah, woah, drive slow
That's only cause nobody's on top of us
We know they watchin' us, bifocal binoculars
On clock
a suit and binoculars
Like nigga it's a honor
It's motherfuckin' honor
different numbers
I can't see you with binoculars
Cause boy you ain't been doing nothin'
If I don't do nothin' I'ma
Keep two greedy hustlers
Money gettin'
I'm popular can't see me without binoculars
CPD used to be stalking us
Sosa how you doing? I'm marvelous
He went that way I went the opposite
Swear
from up top
Snakeskin binoculars red companions
Kaws X's on a suede mansion
My bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin'
(my wrist be dancin')
My
give a fuck 'bout Uncle Sam if you ask that (Badmon)
Nigga, where the cash at?
They couldn't see me comin' with binoculars (yeah)
Even if they did,
Binoculars, I'm lookin' all around for who can fuck with me
None
Tie my shoes up, I'm goin' on a run
I could pull your nigga with no makeup and a bun
My gay
binoculars and macintosh,
Everything is just great.
I take elocution, learn to speak posh
But still I can't find a mate.
Be popular, learn to play
Julie ho, gettin' brains in the studio
Figadoh! Return of the phantom of the opera
Pop a collar, pop it for Mr. Popular
I could see through binoculars
[Noreaga]
Chorus: It's long and mad track
keep the loot in Iraq,
Iraq, see the world, the world, see Iraq
binoculars, ours is out, son, they
down the Thames
Up and down, up and down; here it comes again
In my binoculars the captain looks sweet
He has tattoos on his arm, and he's really neat
We move in circles, we move in straight lines
We play across the beat, we play in strip tides
I've got the synthesizer, we've got binoculars
I'll
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