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La Cienaga Luxor (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

 

La Cienaga Luxor (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(альбом: GMB - 2012)


Rolling up your blunt I might just chill
Bring your girl to the show and we might just pill
Do your life like some dice I can write that will
Right hook to your mean mug ice that grill
Similar to other niggas but we twice that real
Ain't no shit for the cameras I don't like that feel
But y'all baby can't beef damn right that's vil
If I'm shocking in electric damn right I'm ill
With a broad I forget he sent us smoking off the heavy dinner
Steady guap and heady wuaps might set a ginger
It's close to 4 I close the door like Teddy Pinder
She's 5'2 and buy you e leavy binder
Recording live from the ever seen the front line
Fuck with other niggas talk 10 4 it's all mine realer car it's hard grind
In us it ain't part time
To out in fly got us calling niggas garcon
Garcia pager I'm a player triple my paper
Bubble goose got me triple in layers
I mean road labers might hit 'em with flavors
And got the super screen portion should've slit 'em in takers
I'm clean, what

Nothing to play with
Motherfucker move back
Nothing to play with
Motherfucker move back

Kill a pussy, kill a pussy
Now I got her boyfriend out here looking for me
Like the bitch from Beg she was hella goofy
Nigga sip your drink while I tell this story
Had a bitch named Kesha knew she was a keeper
Had a stolen visa and she want me gucci snickers
Pistol in my pants pocket full of rocks
'Cause I no shoes on running from the cops
I cannot stop, step in the game tone
First you rapping for the love then you probably never sold work
Why wouldn't you while I soul search
Do Los Angeles times scandal is my soul hurt
Fuck it with my own word trying to cuff her ass
But you mad that her phone ring up on the clock we in
You know she lost her nose ring fuck around with him
That's like a roofer finding out she fucking around with brims

Nothing to play with
Motherfucker move back
Nothing to play with
Motherfucker move back
Nothing to play with
Motherfucker move back

You know that time of duty that when eyes lock time stops
And the blinded like star clocks only eye drops you
Sexy in heels plus high tops 5 star mills
Beverly Hills but love I hop I got
Still openly I'm all about you
If you spirit is cool as your elegant perfume that's swarms around you
Graceful as before and out you
Paying my soul like you belong in the first 10 pages of Vow
I be pacing myself trying to stay Patrone
Had a whole team McQueens got a place in my hold
You struck me, Cupid's arrow through the heart of this elusive fella
No fancy hearts and shallows maybe a simple hello
Usually mellow cool cup collective compose
Either knock the player off of his toes
Like Ali, and I be wondering why we ain't in lobby yet
Just when it's right when it goes left and I don't know yet

Nothing to play with
Motherfucker move back
Nothing to play with
Motherfucker move back
Nothing to play with
Motherfucker move back

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