Lyrics:
brown skin derby
master Tommy Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this
a turtleneck, like a rabbit
Got a B on my jean jacket, I'm talking fashion
And I swerve in anybody's lane, like a taxi
Look, walked in looking like it,
and the right, you know we gotta be
Cor-rect as we expect, you too accept our subject
That we direct, to all turtleneck rappers who seem upset
Heavy D.'s in
tum, tum, hey, hum)
Hello city, hello city, hello city, hey
Second night at the warehouse
And my mock turtleneck just reeks
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh
brown skin derby
master Tommy Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this
tum, tum, hey, hum)
Hello city, hello city, hello city, hey
Second night at the warehouse
And my mock turtleneck just reeks
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh
brown skin derby
Master Tommy Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this
the cab, drunk as hell, weed and Beck's on my breath
I'm undercover so I'm dressed in turtleneck and the vest
Tec by the waist, yo cabbie make a left
love it
Sorta black owned
Like da Denver Nuggets
Pow pow
The original
Harder hitter
Is back in black
On deck with a turtleneck
Uh ha you can
helpless, Lord, please
Remember turnin' the light on, watchin' the roaches flee
Used to rock a turtleneck, in school, they made fun of me
Used to share
pullin' up the way I turtleneck in the summer
With a girl named Summer put her leg to the ceiling fan (damn)
So wet I might dive off the diving-board (do
the bodies, I could tell you 'bout the killing
Duct taping niggas in the name of drug dealin'
Big body Benzes while the bitch niggas starve
Turtleneck
down to blast
I'm still in my p.j.'s
He's in a turtleneck sweater
And we down for whatever
And I'm down
Solid Pro is down for whatever
City, California, roll my Ampex reel
No corny loops and assemble with Timberland boots
I'm strictly monster with turtlenecks like Frankenstein
Drop
a pile of manure
With that in mind, a soft, nice-smellin' girl's better
Plus she let me wear my chain and my turtleneck sweaters
So this one's dedicated
it's clear as day, she's in a situation
Her friend Hannah had a man that was manipulative
So, she could see it from a mile off
Turtleneck jumpers,
eat kid meals to meat
We street referees, we rock
Jean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecks
Certified doctors in hoods'll steal all your techs
But
a sweat
I rock shelltoes and a turtleneck
She just wanna talk, I said, "I ain't TED"
Dance off
Your grandma, that's a bad mama jama
She doing
But you ain't nothing
But a turtleneck
And you were hypnotized
Just standing there
In the middle of the street
You had iron butterflies as kisses
the fleet (fleet)
Feelin' froggy, nigga leap (leave)
My bitch now a plus one (one)
Ass jumping Dominique
Canary chains on turtleneck (neck)
Corner block
watches, ostrich turtlenecks
Here's the deal
If we can't come in, they can't have the field
Bones in Cisco', murder instrumentals
Cayenne Porsche rap,
trust him, you can't trust him 'cause he shy (slime)
Diamond choker sittin' on my turtleneck, a tie (woo)
I'ma put a bad in your addie, they call me
whistle (whistle sound)
What, what, what, what!
Ah-yo, you craze me, turtleneck nigga rockin' Pasley
Shots crazily, steady blazin' where the spades
on the turtleneck
Just taught the freak how to talk back
She done turned herself to a Squirtle now (Squirtle)
No disrespect, but girl, that pussy wet
So you gon'
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