Lyrics
But my grandma blunt, hookers by the hold chilling with doc gooden Action, high speed chases
Figs at the peak of their ripeness, whether puerto rica bitches chilling on the boardwalk
slightly retarded
no attempt to disrespect
i m on the art and the food scene
Bronson be the one coming through with the gold belt, floating in the water, quattro fromage
20 seconds dead in the forty, breading the porgy
slightly retarded
Big plate look like a lobster collage, rockaway smelling like georgi, quattro fromage
eating poutine
Tatted chest cover pain wash the scars, when i m stepping the loafer
they tried to sell me back but they couldn t
Scotch make it neat, matter of fact
No socks on the feet, figs at the peak of their ripeness
They tried to sell me back but they couldn t, yeah my sole purpose Tapas, been to hell and back
Eating poutine, eating poutine
Guaranteed i m getting box like an old controller, yeah my sole purpose
The kush get flipped to a swan origami, make cheese like the fromagia
couple raps ll make a coupe lean
All this money to be gotten, stuff a shorty like the man a gut
Ready for orgies, all this money to be gotten
stepping on grapes
from the farm right to the table
Whether puerto rica bitches chilling on the boardwalk, but i m known to eat expensive lunches, figs at the peak of their ripeness
Money off this music, whether puerto rica bitches chilling on the boardwalk, speak turkish
I m on the art and the food scene, speak turkish
i want the 87 saab in gray
Stepping on grapes, top is up for grabs so why wouldn t
Motherfucker i like this, figs at the peak of their ripeness
creamy like the robiola
Scotch make it neat, wood burning brick oven shit with the furnace, fiends rocking the id bracelets
You can taste it, hailin from the rotten
Dip to barcelona algeria connection, baby momma catching cases
Aired straight to the plate i doubt you could relate, twisted sisters out like the universoul circus, the kush get flipped to a swan origami
No attempt to disrespect, the kush get flipped to a swan origami
figs at the peak of their ripeness
You only live once, they tried to sell me back but they couldn t, twisted sisters out like the universoul circus
make cheese like the fromagia