Lyrics:
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
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
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
Rolling through the Mardi Gras
Madman on the loose
That's where I met Egypt selling
Antiques from a caboose
She's not giving discounts or anything
stardom
You bargain astonishin' antiques in this modern way of livin'
So tight and not a half size forgivin', you takin' the piss
You got a butler in
that what you expect?
Earthquake is on the funk, my homie's not a punk
Take you antique rhymes and self 'em as junk
You see, we won't come front'
it's yours, love
You can move it around
Given all the drops in the ocean
Better take it one sip at a time
Somebody with an antique notion
Come along
the V-I-double G-I (I)
Got my ear to the streets like I'm Megan G hot (woo)
My style is real unique
I take her right out your way, I snipe, real antique
So
"further"
Antique minds with rivered hair
StreamXSonik subway fare
Stay in touch electric dear
Our lightmap eyes together
Dealing with some evils
The sun shine on em cause
The coup ceiling's see-through
Dainty women, Antique denim
His pockets gotta be nauseous
The man's keep
an antique
Feel real French with a fufu Patek
Made so much doin' nothin' just last week
Baby really goin' out, bitch, you won't pass me
Dick kinda small,
Haffi show like a T.V, flat screen
Fresh pair outta di box, not a antique
Concrete, suh mi flow tough and you can see it
Plan A, tek him gyal, next
antiques
Nothing 'bout the chains and the
Ropes and the whips
This is Vybz Kartel, nigga with the pride
So you sure seh you must cum whenever we ride
geek, geek
Freaking technology technique
Yeah, I flow tight, never leak
I'm the future with a bunch of antique
I make Google money, that's a lot of clicks
Ayy, I'm on that geek, geek
Freakin' technology technique, -nique
Yeah, I flow tight, never leak, leak
I'm the future with a bunch of antique, -tique
Trying to look so hard.
All decked out in your antique dress,
While the boys all promenade.
Even a rock will crumble,
If you strike it night and day.
with your sunny streets.
Children aren't afraid to love
And laugh when life amuses them.
And our love is an antique song
For children's carousels
the coffin of her
youth
Evenings with your mother's friends
Pregnant eyes, sagging chins
Swollen fingertips
Pour antique cups of tea
Who are you
the dogs
Well, they're only dogs
And maybe that's why
They're man's best friend
The girls
Can make you feel cold
Can make you feel old
An antique
could use a technique, smart as an antique.
Beats that I repeat show you that I can speak
Totally, probably, you rappers want to copy me.
It takes
sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks
She's an hypnotist collector
You are a walking antique
Bow down
sparkles before she speaks.
She wears an Egyptian ring That sparkles before she speaks.
She's a hypnotist collector, You are a walking antique.
Bow down
sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks
She's an hypnotist collector
You are a walking antique
Bow down
to know
And I'm waitin' for another friend
Callin' long distance again
My mind is an antique room
There's overstuffed chairs and carpets too
Where
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