Lyrics:
twenty-gauge
He got all liquored up on that road house corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
He bought
got all liquored up on that road house corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
He bought
formulaic
Think you going places
Look at my dogchain
Look at the veins on my neck and my arms
I know this shit is hated by the moms
I know I'm rad but what'd
Shadows extend east and Cortazar
Stares at women
Shuffling by who blot their lips
From violent men
And say "god bless you"
From violent men
get jacked
I use to smoke sherm and sip that drank mayne
Get stuck at the intersection and watch the light change
Ostrich interior, hand full of wood
lock n' load, lets ride
Orange cones and yellow tape
Palm trees swayin', passers by all look the other way
Nobody speak to police this or any other
Aye, mooncake red bean in the bread roll
多谢奶奶爷爷 for the red envelopes
Aye, lotus seed filling with the egg yolk
And grandma got me a chain that's
Why be sey
All the pepper dey red o
(Some dey yellow o)
Say Man
Just dey find daily bread o
You got to grind
Coz nobody send you
I'm on my own vibe
I
stocko,
le di bev oh.
I love it,
when she's rocking her stilettos.
Ke ka nyala sefebe,
from megalo.
I only want a chick,
with some bread though.
And maybe
I spit crack when I let the coke enter me nigga
Made some bread off some pies like I’m Entenmann's nigga
Now I’m coming up n everybody got advice
I’m
shit his toes is swollen
Goblin left the bridge, no more patrolling
Stick my finger in any hole I can find
Fuck bowling
I’m making that bread, jabronni
I eat you eat at the same time. No mo bread water its steak and wine. I flex you flex at the same time. No mo Southpole. Gucci and Louie time. I eat
bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still gettin' swole off bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga
bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still gettin' swole off bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga
Grey skies, yellow shores
Hands in the breeze
Steady moving in a line
Queen by the sea
Monday calling, better run
Stuck in between
Yellow mellow neon
trigger finger been on vacant
I need my bread not by the slice
This ain't no easy bakin
Niggas be loafing in dem captions
Tryna fake it to make it
But I
Bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still gettin' Swoll' off bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigger
on my back
God knows I got scratch by radish lips
blueberry teeth.
Making my eyes green
You were full of yellow skimms
And the memories that it
(yeah, Mingo, haha)
Yeah, think you quick to get
This bread, but bro
We quicker to just to pop shit
(Whole lotta money)
We was gettin' money before
C. Wallace, twopocalypse now on every beat
Outlaw, butter rim, you feel my pain on every sheet
Listen, bitch, I got the juice, it ain't about bread
my blood in it and being legit
Yellow kid, yellow kid, choose this path, I pack my shit, I'm gone (gone)
Little bit, little bit stressed but guess I'll
an escape (He got caught by the feds)
Just sent my momma some lobster and steak (Momma good know she fed)
Hoe asked me for bread so I sent her a cake (Yeah
I was the son of a wagoner, born with a heavy load
I grew up at the old home place, down by the Rockford Road
Down by the Rockford Road
For years I
Red is the blood smoothly running through
Orange is the vitamin His creatures consume
Yellow's the joys of isles remote
Green is the lea in which His
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