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Jimmy Wopo

Root Of Evil

 

Root Of Evil

(альбом: Jordan Kobe - 2017)


"Aight hey. How many of y'all motha' fuckers getting higher than a motha' fucker mane? Now be honest now ya know ain't no police in em."

Let's get high baby, you in the mood to smoke
That's that moon rock, astronaut, Pluto (Pluto)
Got them dirty birds, like Julio (the dirty birds)
Baby we like Bobby Shmurda at the studio
Ain't ever had shit, that ain't true no more (true true)
Run up that chicken, chicken, til the sushi go (chicken chicken chicken)
Boy, don't sell your soul (sell your soul)
To them people (to them people)
There's a reason they say money Root of Evil

I hop I hop up out that foreign coupe, look at [?]
Yea I built the loot, remember they ain't give my ass a scoop (I'm ballin')
We was up there by that corner store, posted on the stoop (free Mook)
Me and Mook, dropped some dough your hoe gone do the booty duke (do the booty duke)
Money Lane, bitch we selling caine and making music too (lanin')
Money Lane, thats my fucking gang and my music group (l-lanin')
I can't smoke with you, you smoke that poof, we kick you out the booth (that poof)
In the kitchen, ating up the Chicken, I ain't whipping stew
Juliano on the damn piano run it back like Randall (run it back like Randall)
I like wrapped 'em, before I even stamp 'em, dribble with no handle (dribble)d
Rocking Louis in my Gucci Sandals, litty like a candle
Juju with me, quick to catch a random, Chicky on the mantle (Chicky)
In this city, I'm too hot to handle, so they try to ban him (hot hot)
Fuck this city, call me for a show I fuck around and cancel
If I got to I'll go back to stacking, trapping off the Apple (off the iJack)
I'm with Cheesy, Jay, Nita, Breezy meet me on the [?] (Lane)
On the Lane, no specific drink I pull up in my Snapple (I'm leanin')
I might pop up, any town whatever, cruise up through Newcastle (Newcastle)
Check my schedule, what we getting into, [?] on my manual (my manual)
Call up Maglin, another bag landed, meet me at the venue (We catchin')
Any nigga dropping hot as us, I drove they instrumental (I drove it)
Any bitch that'll suck me up I probably killed her mental (her brain)
If he say he used to fuck with us he proplaby unnofficial (pussy)
Cuz' we cut off any nigga that we feel won't use his pistol
Since young bulls, we was leaving school without no damn dismissal (get high)
Its some beef, I still got to eat, hustlin toting the nickel
Countin racks with the throwback jersey, rock it throwback thursday
I remember I was young and thirsty, no cake on my birthday
Whip it harder, how I play the water, niggas call me mermaid
[?], fuckin with the water I whipped up a hurricane

Let's get high baby, you in the mood to smoke
That's that moon rock, astronaut, Pluto (Pluto)
Got them dirty birds, like Julio (the dirty birds)
Baby we like Bobby Shmurda at the studio
Ain't ever had shit, that ain't true no more (true true)
Run up that chicken, chicken, til the sushi go (chicken chicken chicken)
Boy, don't sell your soul (sell your soul)
To them people (to them people)
There's a reason they say money Root of Evil

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