Lyrics:
(Forty)
My Rover a autobiography (Story)
Oyster perpetual presi (Ching)
The essences all up in my bezi (Bling)
Plug rock bitch, gold digging hoe
All up
your heart
[inaudible]
Under high fortress sky
Til undiscovered you died
Welcome to my oyster
Don't you touch my pearl
I used to be your
And you
To walk her down the aisle
She loves oysters raw for dinner
Lil Wayne and Lynyrd Skynyrd
Keeps her tan lines in the winter
Southern style
Southern
Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars
Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God
And, it's hard just being the boss
Being I can't go
Let there be you,
Let there be me.
Let there be oysters
Under the sea.
Let there be wind,
An occasional rain.
Chile con carne,
tight hold tight hold tight
Foo-ra-de-ack-a-sa-ki
Want some seafood Mama
Steamers and sauce and then of course I like oysters lobsters too
And I like
Porsches and shit
Ranch got horses, golf courses and shit
Eat shrimp steak crab raw oysters and shit
And still fuck around with all my boys in the bricks
complex
Love sex, took three of my botches welfare checks
Put a down payment on a brand new invisible diamond bezel
Oyster Perpetual Rolex
Bullet proof
Blind date with the chancer
We had oysters and dry lancers
And the check when it arrived we went dutch, dutch, dutch, dutch
A redder shade of neck
I'll free your mind and your androgyny
No sweeter a taste that you could find
Than fruit hanging ripe upon the vine
There's never been an oyster so
Let there be you,
Let there be me.
Let there be oysters
Under the sea.
Let there be wind,
An occasional rain.
Chile con carne,
Waiting for the virgin snow
Searching for a miracle
A pearl in an oyster
And we all looked out to God
Although He is the colour of the wind
Listen
Blind date with a chancer, we had oysters and dry lancers
And the check when it arrived, we went dutch, dutch, dutch
Dutch a redder shade of neck
the black man with the champagne
And I was chasing the black girl with the oysters rockerfeller
And it was a highbrow occasion
For no special reason
Oyster pearl
You easy girls
You're flapping in
You're shouting
You're dead good
All the men say
Legs wide, hips swinging like a doorway
Easy
Easy
Let there be you,
Let there be me.
Let there be oysters
Under the sea.
Let there be wind,
An occassional rain.
Chile con carne,
Sparkling champagne
watch
Oyster face perpetual
Dubai drip on my Dubai shit
New bitch, ass and titties on my schedule
Dubai drip on my Dubai shit
Yeah, nigga, bout'
Oyster pie and rhubarb too
But nothing will put courage in him
Oh dear Oh, Oh dear Oh
My husbannd's got no courage in him
Oh dear Oh, Oh dear Oh
My
Kiedis
To make it in music now, you have to be genius
Chances slim as Christian Bale when he shot The Machinist
Cop the Presidential Oyster Perpetual
for nothing
I gotta become someone
Inside this oyster there's a pearl
There's a fraction too much friction
There's a fraction too much friction,
business goes
But Uncle 40 Water kept it going
25 years in the game and he's still making choices
Then I moved to New Orleans where they shucking oysters
Uh, bottles of Sangria
Monsters jumpin' out of trucks like a concierge
Pasta, prawns over lobsters, oysters, diamond chips
Smuggled all
Uh, bottles of Sangria
Monsters jumpin' out of trucks like a concierge
Pasta, prawns over lobsters, oysters, diamond chips
Smuggled all
Uh
Bottles of sangria
Mobsters jumping out of trucks like a consigliere
Pasta, prawns over lobsters
Oysters, diamond chips, smothered all in
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