Lyrics:
Cyphers
But wait there's more in store I'm such a teaser
Mic drop
Look who's killing it
Why not
Do your due diligence
Pine box
Death is imminent
White hot
much
Had us living in Pine Island villas
Only Jose to retain his skin color vanilla
Silly niggas reppin the southern city like protection
To the smaller
say that I'm at the pad
So don't treat me like
I'm sad
Been feeling like I'm bad
Been feeling like Mike Jack
But my uh aura in fact is
Whatever, so ya
should never be
A cabin in the valley
A red box within a house
Buried in the pines underneath a shadow of doubt
The snow is getting deeper, as the black
runner
Trap jumping ain't shutting down til'
Like four some
Strapped like jap' ho'
If you try to jack ho'
Nine to your chest like rajon rondo
Bitch this
tétine juste après je lui refait les fesses
Je la pine et je la pine y'a pas de bibine à GS
Jack D, coca bientôt y'aura de la cocaina
J'tire dans le tas
the pines
Floatin like Willie when he gets a light
We ain't even boatin', nahh we're nowhere near the ocean
But you got me floatin'
Ohh you got me floatin',
frère
Ok vazy lets go, j'suis och
Gily
La bineca c'est ma cuisine
Bicrave et pine ta cousine
La bineca c'est ma cuisine
Bicrave et pine ta cousine
Tout
my memories
'Twas the office céilí, a fine Irish inn, Mathew Street, late 89
Joy's in the air and the old oaken floor, was dusted with tinsel and pines
Things were mighty tough
Down in the pines in 1929
We set in the city for a bowl of soup
City folks standing in line
FDR sent me down some jack
Sent
Pineapple and lemon Pine Sol
And just a hint of almond joy
Suck it down
Keep your mind unleavened
Reverend alone with little boys
Each Sunday, suggestion box
Just To Dry It Off
cin't To Many Solid Niggas Left
Dey Locked Or Either Dying Off
& Dis Dirty Money Keep ch Nigga Clean
Just Like Some Pine Sol
Da
not shooters
Boy, look at my jumper
get in her Jack with this wood like pump her
Mario with his pipe, bitch, know I'm a plumber The way that I step,
deux, ramène ta copine qu'on la pine un peu
On ira la chercher dans un Clio II, j'arrive en équipe, on les baise, on est quitte
J'repars en esprit, et
Christimas, no time to play
I ain't no child, punk, you'll get sprayed
Illin' on a mega-villan
You must want a pine box to go chill in
Buried deep, creep,
All the stations up here
They don't sign off with "Dixie"
The way they did in sweet home Alabam'
And the people here don't
Sip Jack Daniels whiskey
them to the side
'Cause real players, keep reserves when it's clutch time
Matter fact, my bottom bitch love to ride pine
She know when daddy leave
sipping 'cause I get to tripping
My nigga just roll up a heap of that pine
And only bring a lil bit for the trip
Just in case we get blurped by the 5-0
stop?
Overkill like a pipe bomb in your pine box
You're all hitched to my cock (What?)
Went from punchin' a time clock to getting my shot
Then treated
kill moe, say that
Now kill moe, say that
But when your wheel is a fortune, you ne'er gotta say jack
Don't be talking too much
These niggas copy too
I'm the grind man, pine man, 'dro man, kind man
Po' man, die man, brick man, trap man
Trick man, snow man, big man, hit man
Dick man, slick man, cut
Memories of walking home
From the Christmas party in the falling snow
Exchanging gifts, exchanging smiles
Hanging pine cones in the hall
Merry
my pine.
I'd hide drug dealaz, I find my started.
Try not to pine in my nine.
I try to stay kind, instead it plus peelin', peelin'
That splif, roll
pine
And I only bring a little good for the trip,
Just in case we get blurred by five 0
'Sir you look high'
I know, but I prefer my eyes low
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