Lyrics:
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
city of New Orleans, we call him this
Georgia (that's right) Georgia (Bush)
Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit
Thick white skin
Marcado Carebea in Austin
Thanks a lot Lee for gettin' us in out of the heat
Jimmy's in New Orleans, the Hard Backin' Gainsville, Florida
Mark Goodnight
Marcado Carebe in Austin
Thanks a lot Lee for gettin' us in out of the heat
Jimmy's in New Orleans, the Hard Backin' Gainsville, Florida
Mark Goodnight
the fuck
Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust
What From NY to New Orleans, we all fiends
Court scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought CREAM
because I'm gifted
And this project is brilliant"
GQ: GQ: You were born
In Long Beach, California
But moved to New Orleans at age
5 when is the first
Time
On the block avanna to magnolia tryna shine
I scored a bird and I flipped dat bitch forty times
Now we ballin from Houston to New Orleans seven
tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia) Bush!
Now, I was born in the boot
At the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the White House
know I’m ballin in New Orleans
Hole in his head
Dolphin
Bussin his top
Off em
Shoes bussin like Zion at duke
I don’t dunk, I pull up and shoot
Take his
Orleans seven figures (ya'll lyin)
Got the baddest broads callin cause I'm rockin ice (bling!)
Gotta 2000 Benzy Bike rrrroooommmm rrrooommmm! loud pipes
No disrespectin' your seed of Ma Dukes
I puke rhyme and you laugh, take a sniff
Of these fricaseed raps on Carribean riffs
See last night's change was
Orleans nigga
Nigga just don't be retarded
We done lost everything and you
Looking like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink
Purple heart sergeant
I'm
From the streets of
New Orleans east like my nigga fee
Where I be
Gotta keep the heat like you drying sheets
Ima best in that driver seat make
night playing dominos
Gun range Desert Eagle
Bullets fly like an Eagle
Just me and my people
Yeah
Backwood cones stuff um up
New Orleans is where I'm
I've been telling them
Most the time I'm lurkin in
New Orleans like a pelican
Walking in the party dapper
Looking like Duke Ellington
Yeah always wear
Straight like they mix raced
I had a Duke, similar to an S-Curl
Same game, tryna impress them out west girls
I listened to Donda
I also listened to Kanye's
Come stomp in your sandbox, swollen hands cocked back
No knives, no drama, no guns
No disrespectin' your seed or Ma Dukes
I puke rhyme and you laugh,
to everybody and
Came across the oceans in chains and shame
Easing the pain, and it was without name
Until some men in New Orleans on Rampart Street
Put out
la reine de tous les marching bands de la Nouvelle-Orléans
Dix ans plus tard, Pamela danse dans les bars
De Chicago
Louis Armstrong, King Oliver,
traps, can I still go to heaven
Shout out to Big Duke, Colonel Loud, Rocko, and Lil Block
Free Fella, Free Flu, Free Rizz, and Stephen Lott
Lord Forgive
glass full of apple juice
Boy is Ma Dukes glad I got up off the stoop
Boy I never double back on someone who rejected me
The ones who saw something, are
Demon designer da devil wear Prada
I really jus popped out da bottom
On Dukes, blue collar white collar da models
I’m talkin’ bout money, you talkin’ bout
on me baby blue
We spin the block like hoolahoops
To diamond rocks inside my tooth
I'm hazardous like Daisy Dukes
I pull up in Mercedes coupe
And call me
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