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Big Grams

Born To Shine

 

Born To Shine

(앨범: Big Grams - 2015)


[Verse 1 Killer Mike:]
I walk in
Ric Flair'ing, long fur coat wearing
Rolex rocking, silk shirt wearing
Silk socks, and balls need to breathe
So bitch the draws cotton cause you gon' suck me when you leave
In a big Benzo on Lorenzos
With your homegirl LaQuinta who said she never did but she would try it
And as she higher than the fucking Hyatt
She jet setting, Moët'n, the God blesses
Against him prospers no weapon, champaigning
Campaigning, gator shoes high stepping
My dopey eyes just hide behind my Dita frames
I heard this nigga say he don't like me, well he the lame

[Hook Sarah Barthel:]
It's not your fault baby
We were just here born to shine

[Verse 2 El-P:]
I walk with a spot on me, my life's a sax solo
Neon sign fritz when I pass in all slo-mo
You don't give the nod, you'd rather not even know me
Cause even me existing is killing your bitch mojo
I dance like a JoJo on blow, cut a rug to a hole
Polo undies got my nuts in a choke
I'm often stuck in smoke, the jukebox cut on
Without coins, I'm a magical bloke
I'll barracuda you chum for the simple fact that you don't know how to float
Another tragedy aborted, I'm a bad news bear, bae
I'm armed with a hanger of coats, you'll get poked
Now your mom's got a new lease on life, a new hope

[Hook Sarah Barthel:]
It's not your fault baby
We were just here born to shine

[Verse 3 Big Boi:]
A nigga like me just pull up, flight club, foreign or domestic
International player but also locally respected
Savannah to them pimping, dripping and stanking like the deuce do
Since baby needed pampers and that Laker needed them new shoe'
Make 'em call me B.B. King because I give that bitch the blues
Now she down on bended knee because she wanna lick the jewels
And I'm slick, 'bout to run up in her smooth with this dick
Take a couple polaroids to capture the mo-mo-moment
Now she's caught up in the rapture of this macking, where your ho went?
In the back of the Cadillac, she gagging, ass and titties showing
As a matter I'm 'bout to splash her with this Billy Ocean
And watch her rub it on her face, call it Johnson's baby lotion

[Hook 2 Sarah Barthel:]
It's not your fault baby
We were just here born to shine
Kill Bill'n up this whole damn house and shine
Stepping over you fuck boy clowns and shine
Hey! Like Mr. Brown and shine
I'm moonwalking, wanna kiss myself and shine
Hugh Heffing all your bitches out and shine

Shine
Shine

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