Lyrics:
Valhalla, thats bliss
Flooded out the cuban - Tigris
Monarch for my people - Cyrus
The Great
Smashin' in the door, like its a drug raid
Take em all on, one by
well done i aint boastin
They just with the commotion and wave ya down by the ocean coast
Im stockton when the money gross
Im stock in the portfolio
Im
Ran in too many circles
Feeling so trypophobia
Got my eyes on the prize
Keep the goal in focus
Rose colored glasses blur my vision like pink eye
Fine
Don't give a fuck about that pink I'm only thinking green
She said that pussy cream but all I'm thinking cream
Cash rule everything around bitch what you
girl who lives by His rules
come to the “so called” dark side if you do choose
I’ll take it with you, blue purple pink,
it doesn’t really matter, just
middle eye
Override amygdala
Eyes bigger than the big dipper
But the sky is colored pink by the city lights
You're leaning on my side think it's pretty
brothers by my side
Paypal and green dot, on the road they doin' fine
Bentley truck for the ride
Double cup pour lime, toast up to the Gods
I pour one for
quiz it like a geek
I call this pink kush my bird, I got it cheap
Cheep cheep
Light me up, we bout to take flight
Been down, we deserve to get high
I
holding' my gonads
Spitting game like Pootie Tang's vocab
My raps, catch better moments than snaps by Kodak
The centaur archer of the Zodiac
Listener
bag had to run it up
Aye, look run it up run it up
Feeling like Usain, runner man
Hop out the bank with hundred bands
All my cars got ceiling fans
Pink
What you want about me take it slow
What you want about it let me know
Hey
Do right by me
I'm
Played
Head on repeat
Explain
I'm oh so pink
Got game
reasons for your trouble making
I can???t tolerate all this
Its smelling Perfume! Perfume!
Charlie You have made Kemy angry by trying to whistle
me text her
Run it up, more [?], AP with a iced out bezel
You gon' [?], 'til it get pink, green, hold up, on my chain gold medal
I'm runnin' that
Biggie big, rip the twat, rip the clit, king singin'
Hit the pretty pink skin 'til the stink thing stingin'
Quick to hit the thick chick, women hit
If
We cook dope in the microwave
GMG, Slaughter Gang
Gotta keep the choppa by the door
Fourty in the sofa, I've been whippin' soda
Plug came in with
the divide signs
Spending all my money on girls and Sean John
Way before anybody called me Sean Don
I was dropping fifties man to look like 50
Rocking pink
headed to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably should've
A. Partridge/The Heads
Pink confetti, shotgun wedding
Rocket secrets someone's shredding
Nineteenth floor.
Laundry ticket that exploded
pants you'll see
My bathroom is a funky kind of ghetto
I don't got no lipstick, I don't got no hot pink underwear
I live like a caveman, I got my greasy
America
Listening to pink noise, we make mirrors out of shop windows
No one dares to pull the red card, conscience is scared by truths we'd discard
deep, headin' to the mezzanine,
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably
Their projectors are pointed at you
In the want of clearness they're undisturbed
Blinded by the gladly seen light
But appearances are deceptive cause they
"From the underground" (Scrathed by DJ Premier)
Fuck all y'all bitches ass niggas from my heart
Everybody talkin shit but nobody want to start
Never jaded by the coochie, anti gemstone
Negro classic like a vintage muscle two-tone
Laundry after 8 p.m what I grew up on
No cash on camera,
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