Lyrics:
Tiffany's on this mic
Shout out to Ben Franklin I got my kite
Do you like?
I feel crazy
Every day I'm feeling hype
Yeah, that's right
I hit people with
A danish and coffee to take away
By cab I'm only minutes away
From breakfast at tiffany's
A place I feel so much at ease
The man upstairs
schemin' for Tiffany hoops {Ha!)
Yeah, her right there, Dominicans is doin' her hair
The jewels and gear, it's all there, fully equipped
Body sick, she
doin' bad (naw, naw)
Okay, alright (they sick)
Okay, you're right (I'm rich)
Okay, alright (I grind)
Okay, you're right (for mine)
I'm in that 760
Hands up left right DJ get their chest tight
Poppin' for the west side spinnin' 'til your head light
Hands up left right DJ get their chest tight
Yeah,
Word up
And you say New York City
A-ha-ha, word up (Take me away, baby)
Damn, you and your man had beef
So he left you Uptown, teary
Make room right now
Brunch at Tiffanys, I got rich off epiphanies
I'm hustlin' for my picka'nies
It was written, believe it or not, Ripley's
May your
'Cause when I see you, I want it all, nigga, nigga
Baby momma up and left (Why?)
She left me scarred (It hurt me)
But I can't blame her, all the shit I
Left left right
Left left right
Left left right
Left left right
Left left right
Left left right
Left left right
Left left right
Left left right
that I'm sprung
Like T-Pain said back in '05
But it's my life
And you look nice
And you right
By my side
I can tell from the hate in their eyes
They
your side.
To left, to right (Oh!)
If I’m dead or alive. (Right by your side)
I’ll be right by your side (Right by your side)
I’ll be right by your
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
stars
When we try too hard to fall apart
Again
Check
Move it to the left
Move it to the right
Move it to the left
Move it to the right
Move it
children
Scrounging through the deepest
Obstacles of trash
Cause that was all they had
And my epiphany
Was gold they coulda grabbed
But yaw in Tiffany’s
With
life tried to separate the mic right from my lips
Cause when I write it's too spite and light cease to exist
24/7
52/12
That’s deliverance
365 my whole
there too
All freaky for the kid, that's sum'n
All freaky for the kid, that's right
Yes he can spend the night
Baby girl got a fetish for a three
Me too
Assemble
I drive to South Central
I got the best engineer in the game checkin’ my levels right now (Sounds good)
I don’t like rappin’ bout money and clothes
I'll stay right here by your side
You'll hold me here
This is always the hardest part
But keep the fire there in our eyes
Our eyes
Who's gonna hold my
Odd ball like footballs. I Roll differently
Fine ain't enough, less she deep in the mind, can't find this gem in no Tiffany's
Just foreigns with all
right now
So turn the music up & let's enjoy the ride uptown
Look
Rap first ask questions last
That's how most
Of these so-called sessions pass
At last
Yo, yo, what it do
You can catch Aurora right side by the pool
Suckin' on my nigga with all my jewels
Yeah, he buy me diamonds, no April Fools
Yeah,
at Tiffany's
Is all she's ever seen
Fantômas masks
The obvious
You're holding back
Just the shadow of your past
You taste her perfume in your bourbon
Distills
that this a whole lot of cash
Rich niggas on the right, all night (rich nigga)
Broke niggas to the left, by yourself (Brokanese)
Now who the hell just
Yo man, I'm running late on time right now
But, I haven't felt like this in a long time you know
I got my old thing back you can say
Cade Michaels,
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