Lyrics:
Uh, you in a new school whip
Custom painted candy apricot butter
I'm in an antique old school four do'
Muffler draggin beat up duster
With scrapes
That ass need to see (see), you consider me (ah)
That's my old girl, yeah, she an antique
You got that new body (yeah), you an art piece (ah)
You like
like dust
You talk to me with innocence in your eyes
So now, who can you trust?
Trust
Trust
Put a path on to your veins
And antique and old whore's our
save Tudor houses, antique tables, and billiards.
Preserving the old ways from being abused.
Protecting the new ways, for me and for you.
What more can
sitting close together in a cozy taxi cab
Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, gab, gab, gab
Aristotle, mathematics, economics, antique chairs
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there
hurting now?
Who's the one that's stuck?
Who's it torturing now
With an antique knot in her stomach?
I want to be big and let go
Of this grudge
As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black antique impala
She ain't gotta speak 'cause my speakers let her know that I'm ballin
They call me the boss, I be
it is, we now live, in a two story house
The house is filled with rare antiques
There's marble on the floor
Beauty all around us
Like we've never seen
Put it in the past, try to antique it
Dirty secrets, you tried to clean it
Put one over fast but you can't bleach it
You see this finger wagging,
under grandpa's old hat
Is it just too old fashioned is it just too antique
Is the question too strong or the answer too weak
Are the roses too red
Niggaz with no brains, antique things, gold chains
Do the mind to visual, 'bout the coolest Carolina
Individual, everythin digital, like Bobby
I'm lovin
dripping
In fear of God, scented in antique fragrance
Some nights Cree, flavors
I am motivation, I don't talk with the next man, I am never hating
This
truck
Stuck, man this shit here`s crazy
I`m in a Ford, Fix Or Repair Daily
Old school antique lifters tickin`
With a gas leak radiator off
Nascar (that's right)
Cocaine white wit the antique tags
I ain't trippin like red like gang flags (what up game)
It's Young Jeezy who the fuck wanna
A thousand glass eyes were staring
In a cellar full of antique dolls
I found an old piano
And sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls
While
Perfect lady housewife her totally detached
Sepulcher is painted white it's antique suite unscratched
A veritable show case it shines like a new
to auto, I don't have to blast mine
They blast mine, black 9, you flatline, my cash climb
Buy rare art, antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no leases
and Robin
We balling like the Phoenix Suns you
Scrubs hooked on phonics
Take yo shoes off hoe this an antique carpet
Now I got my brother David
Sitting around
a sensitive side
He has a soul of a poet
If you give it the time
And he’s a perfect gentleman
Classy and antique oh, who am I kidding he
Just got such excellent
that's it i call an Uber X
Here comes a man named Dafar in a Camry
Hurry up
I need the Grammy before I'm an antique
I'm too antsy, I get to the studio
already fucking and we only met last week
We're both young, not yet antique
So her mindset was working for my technique
Tell her that I love her and by next
Platform shoes and applique
Antique lace and acrame
Oh I have watched her sit and play
With a daisy chain or a baby's hand and
Oh so elegantly she
speaking from the TZ
Your reputation precedes you now you're getting bored
No longer into the story of the antique road
The milk of human kindness has
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