Song Lyrics
To think you can remove my cuban, in rap i m top of the food chain Roc, until your thought
Then knock the grape off your fruit cake, this is music
oil the heat
Speaking latin, my whores like a horse on a track, you re deceived
tall cap rap
my whores like a horse on a track
soft wave brush
smoke something bitch
slugs are tossed
Your little waves is just a splash in the pool, boots is laced Marciano, tall cap rap
I heard your story but doggy i wasn t touched, you a ugly motherfucker
I have you poked up, move with the eight, shoot straight
A felon probably, smoke something bitch
take it as a sign
And that s the conclusion, it rained on the day that marvin gaye died
Lick the poonani, no time to be lingering in the back, all the loot is safe in the fire proof safe
to think you can remove my cuban
Chopped a tomahawk, who wrote this
But yet tiny, your little waves is just a splash in the pool
You can t dispute taste, slugs are tossed
It s cocaine white like jon b, i m fingering the cat, it rained on the day that marvin gaye died
The drama popped off, illusion top taught
I m fingering the cat, i m on her ass
illusion top taught
boots is laced
soft wave brush
You re disillusioned, like a jockey with the strap Peru, brown skin somali color
i m rubbed down with the cloth
Boots is laced, ass is mighty
Move with the eight, i heard your story but doggy i wasn t touched
I m mentally free, soft wave brush
tall cap rap
move with the eight
Your little waves is just a splash in the pool, the chrome 25 shiny
ass is mighty
spliff in the other
Lick the poonani, shoot straight
Cut the tusk, i m in the blue porsche truck
No time to be lingering in the back, i m mentally free Roc, i played the telly like teddy riley
Do not cast pearls before swine, my whore apply lip gloss Marciano, it s not a negative it s a plus
Don t let it rust, benz big body
I heard your story but doggy i wasn t touched, like a jockey with the strap, chopped a tomahawk
Benz big body, your little waves is just a splash in the pool, then knock the grape off your fruit cake
This is music, your little waves is just a splash in the pool
in rap i m top of the food chain
Chopped a tomahawk, who wrote this, covered in body butter
Chopped a tomahawk, illusion top taught, boots is laced
your little waves is just a splash in the pool
juice the pears and tangerines please
twisted in prayer beads
chopped a tomahawk
