Lyrics:
the heavy starch, on my Bugle Boy Jeans
My name's spelled right on my four finger ring
It was Dirt then, 'cause McGirt you ain't seen
"The Ol' Dirty
The monochrome martinet
His texture is starch
This song is a march
And from the beginning
His duende was winning
But though he's a worthy
nosy, you nosy muh'fuckers, barbershop-ass niggas
Yo, aiyyo Timb' boots, starch jeans, brand new, white tee
Hundred dollar button on, mo' colors than
got you niggas
Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's dick
Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit
Drown your
and the Federales rally stripe Monte
'03 going back to Cali in my dopemans
Starch tan khakis and my Raybans
Fly gangster, dirty niggas hate him
Fly chicks wanna date
the colour of the mud across the Somme
Red was the blood you spilled upon it
Pink were the fingers of the nurse who dressed your wound
White was the starch
the colour of the mud across the somme
Red was the blood you spilled upon it
Pink were the fingers of the nurse who dressed your wound
White was the starch
Chilling watching Madagascar
I see starch like a pan of pasta
I am a rasta
1, 2, 3 let's go!
Had it, had it, gave it to another MC
I washed my whole style
to use the iron with the starch
My own lady is so spoiled
My old Chevy got new chrome on it
Pullout mash forward
I bet they never catch me
Feels like Tony
Then I women swooned
And the lights came on
And the two men laced with the starch.
With a bullet in his head
And pumped full of lead
Was big bad Solomon
Woo
Woo
Now you curse me every time I tell a lie
Trade my gold chains for those starch-back Texan ties
Can't beseech it that our marriage is
that good feel
A good meal, leafy greens, two veggies, protein and a starch
And I'm out
Right where I thought I'd be
It's another part of me
ain't lying
Ain't no cords or no steam in this iron
But it is a permanent press
Have these 38 shells spray starch your chest
Leave you stiff
Coroners
fire off that torch nigga
Straighten it out like starch nigga
When I'm parched nigga, take a sip of some kerosene
Mixed with promythosene, turn your
old captain's were.
And you can have your milquetoast ladies,
I'm made of old salt brine,
And the gal you saw had starch in her craw,
Not a lace
to cap too much.
I got starch in my jeans and da crease so sharp.
Headlights on my ear when the night get dark,
White ones on my toes brand new out
and fine hoes fancy cars and starch clothes
Weed cigars and Moet rolls pints a bar and kushy dro
Dime collector outside the club in candy toy with tha
much
I got starch in my jeans and da crease so sharp
Headlights on my ear when the night get dark
White ones on my toes, brand new, out the box
Interior
And Starch Creased
Chasin A Meal Ticket
So It's Shortage On The Sleep
I'm Addicted to Fast Money
So there's Boughta Be Us A Steep
Peep The Way a Hustler Move
What it do, hey.
Little mama you a dime piece.
In the club lookin' sharper than a starch crease.
It's all eyes on you. Baby girl you outta
on the grind
Slow motion on the krete
Posted on the corner
In my kicks and starch creased
Chasin' a meal ticket
So it's shortage on the sleep
I'm addicted
You're the cream in my coffee,
You're the salt in my stew;
You will always be my necessity
I'd be lost without you.
You're the starch in my
Chief and Haywood some cool-Aid in my favorite cup
Comb my hair, get my grill right so I can feel tight
Havin' starch in my jeans and a fresh pair
and listen
Ben yuh back mek it arch (Good, Good, Good)
Da style deh mek mi stay stiff
Like clothes when it starch
(Good, Good, Good)
Move simuntaneous like
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