Lyrics:
laundry in the dark
Roger left a sleeper
Across the District Line
His dad's a shipping clerk
Boys let's have a laugh
Let's have some mischief
Fill
baby boy, reclining in a big Benz lazy boy
Ends up, lenses on, Chips Ahoy
Shipping triple, niggas try to stop the issue
And cock-block but can't stop
In my mink-o I'm a protege of pimping
Living for the slipping, [?]
Marijuana shipping, champagne, lobsters, stripping
Getting trained not to listen,
of the privileged elite
Their fortunes from shipping and industry
Their futures in yacht clubs and tails
So why do you speak with that accent now?
Everyone knows
I'm sippin' on Wock' (uh)
FedEx, I'm shipping gelato and locks (yeah)
Come with the weed, I be plantin' the crop (plantin' the crop)
AMG engine, it
Listening to the Shipping Forecast
Driving to the airport
Me and the guys
Metropolis ablaze in the rear view
Devising methods to both have and eat your
begging for tips
I was shipping then twitching, then switching, dropping these hits
I was itching from ditching, they hitching rides on my ship
No
crack Spot
[Chorus]
Thirteen getting it, pyrex whipping it
Like UPS, pack it up, shipping it
Whether base or sniffing it, I got your fix
they take their next step, they know their borders
In this $19.98 plus shipping and handling type netherworld
Every time merchandise dips in our
party tonight
We living life fast, full steam ahead
Shipping shots of Ciroc, flavor berry red
And that cranberry drop, yeah it's very red
We gon
a clique full of felons
Get picked up for that shit that you selling
Niggas buckling, snitching and telling
We be smuggling, shipping, and mailing
In the cut
the basement
We punching them numbers
You hoping and paying for shipping
You sayin' you fuckin' but ain't nothing hit
Me 'cause I keep a blicky
Incase it gets
(lean)
All of these bitches ain't shit (what)
I walk around with a stick
Came up from trapping off licks
Now I be shipping them bricks
Broke nigga can't
stayed
In the current of your life
I was an eyelash in the shipping lanes
And now I'm so scared about mystery
I fear I smell extinction in the
Folds
shipping me off 'cause Eazy played wit a half deck
Criminal in his thoughts, murderous in his lyrics
The notorious Cold
(Cold 187um)
187um, you know I
letters at the most
Shipping crates might line the streets,
Every stranger is a ghost
Cashiers won't deduct the pain,
Loneliness sleeps on the couch
Only
I was shipping this shit to Michigan
The black bastard fuck LensCrafters I see the bitch in them
Cop a squat drop a pile on them, I'm steadily
Try not to think so much about
The truly staggering amount of oil that it takes to make a record
All the shipping, the vinyl, the cellophane lining
getting
These units of scans we shipping
You see that Caddy tipping
Them thangs on that Caddy twisting
That paint and that candy dripping
That drank
not forgotten, hear the bell
Shipping out to Boston, might as well
And I know
My faith will hold me
Am I the water in the river?
Or am I sinking
shipping OG, OT in '03
Rollie on my wrist sit on chrome feet
I'm FedEx Berner I got my own trees
We ain't love no bopper
We just stash gram bags
of scans we shipping
You see that Caddy tipping, them thangs on that Caddy twisting
That paint and that candy dripping, that drank and that can is missing
In a wooden boat in the shipping lanes
With the freighters towering over me
I can hear the jets flying overhead
Making lines across the darkening
got shit to lose and I know you cannot relate
I put my partners in position, everybody got a plate
We shipping packs to state to state
I wake up
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