Lyrics:
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Seal that silver mine
Lost my boots in transit, baby
Pile of smokin' leather
I nailed a retread to my feet
And prayed for better weather
Halfstep,
uh
Don't get close
She'll warn you with her growl
She's a bad cuttin', star struttin'
Leather chested girl
Out there a redhead walkin' redhead
at
Him but he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row
Dr filth
He keeps his world inside of a leather cup
But all his
I'm spitting is hard as prison
Benches in the trenches, grym intentions, twin Doberman pinchers (yeah)
Leather trenches, lead drenches for brat
his presence in the crowd
Other girls they gather around him
If I had him, I wouldn't let him out
Goldeneye, not lace or leather
Golden chain,
I'm spitting is hard as prison
Benches in the trenches, grym intentions, twin Doberman pinchers (yeah)
Leather trenches, lead drenches for brat
A lavabo and a fancy chair
A mug of suds and a leather strop
An apron, a towel, a pail and a mop
For neatness he deserves a nod
Does Sweeney Todd
than leather
Like Run and D, you and me
"Together Forever"
Let's say we balling somebody calling
Me and my man we gon' be brawlin
Let's say we out
my genes
And on my sister, on Celestine
God light shinin' through the in-between
Thigh gap saddle his leather seats
Come on, you pretty little
a player
I wear leather Gucci jackets like its still the '80s
I've been blowin' OG Kush, I feel a lil' sedated
I can't worry 'bout a broke nigga
gunnin' for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind
You red leather rocket
You lil' foxy queen
Everybody's watchin'
Pretty little thing
Baby,
the leathers, the CL drop
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty, don't believe me, then come with
of a sudden it happened
Both of then grabbed for a gun
Both clearing leather, both fired together
Everyone thought it was one gun, one gun, one gun
On a boulevard in Paris
I met a good old friend of mine
"Come on over to my place
bring yourself and a bottle of wine"
So I put on my leathers
and I
the paint where there ain't supposed to be paint
That's who we are
That's how we roll
The outsiders, The outsiders
Our women get hot, and our leather
given to me at birth to stunt (okay)
So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the fur in the guts
Hey, hold on, mami, them whips on dubs
Mink Miu Miu boots got me tip toin'
Leather sweatpants, that's Rick Owens
Skinny so the blick showin'
Semi with the dick showin'
Private 757 big
her stomach, she say, "get in my belly"
I put dick up in her stomach, she say, "get in my belly"
She sit on this motherfucker like Corinthian leather
no askin' for help
What if my debut never dropped and got kept up on a shelf
Uh, from the soil, grew it slowly
A black leather, slicked back, they
find my phone
I'm getting ready, mani-pedi, fancy shit with the leathers
Now we're looking for some trouble like we huntin' for treasure
I'm feeling
the contact (contact)
And we only do big contracts (contracts)
Whoa, kush strong, catch a contact
I go leather like Mike with the top back (pew-pew, top
the motion (oh-oh)
I don't have a fuck to give, I've been moving state to state
In my leather and my Timbs like it's 1998
And my dog Chubby Chub, that's
Lawdy lawdy lawdy what a girl
I guess you're old enough to wear most anything you choose
But you was raised in calico and pattern leather shoes
I can't
is getting pregnant
Don't dab, don't dance
Do me, own swag
Leather soft, you niggas softer
What's that smell? Rigor mortis
South Beach, socks off
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