Lyrics:
brothers
Here's a tip meet the one respect like your mother
Omega sent this beat, said go soil another
Respected by spitter's my flow oil and butter
Plus
and smoke behind it
A gent in a library, or who at least maintained one in his place of residence
Pictured itself on the blank 8 1/2" x 11" sheet pinned
of climate change up by 10%, buy now!
Oh, what even is this pseudo-post-modernist take on memes anymore? I'm vomiting the meta-cum in 8K resolution and still
on the chart
Mi swear mi can’t lef u pussy
Hand pan mi heart
You a Ten
But u shape like number 8
To how u waist a travel
Have mi mind in a states
Mi love
To a mum that has to buy a grave
Try and send that silver
To a prisoner that's riding eight
A prisoner that's riding ten they ride
On us we ride on them
We
6 litre whips 7 figure pots 8 with the gang 9 millis bang 10 litre crops Mac 11
pops 12 in the jury 5 in the dock 6 litre whips 7 figure pots 8 with
Oil spill lean
Now I'm all kind of sticky
Roll up three five of sticky
Yo bottom thoter with me
I'm bout to bust and leave her
Sticky
Ooh ooh I think
AWOL ONE FT. GEL ROC (THE CLOAKS) - ODORLESS
PRODUCED BY PIGEON JOHN
HOOK X2
ODORLESS AND TASTELESS
VERSE 1 (AWOL)
WALKING IN THE PLACE LIKE DUMP
if that's the case
Green jaguars running through the jungle
Tryna catch the snake (Uh)
I mashed the gas and almost wrapped the eight
(Uh)
The devil
Laughs
Beats by Jhay yeah
Aye yo
Best Rapper in Africa yeah I’m really popping
Niggas really asking why I be so cocky
You should ask your sister why
Bobby's goin Digital
Hoverin the city inside the Wonder Woman's invisible jet
Clouded by the Meth we move undetected
in secret society sects,
an oil rush
The highest quality, the chains are all flush
Known Jacob since the nineties
So he spoils us
Stock spoilers, no kit's on 'em
Why Panamera,
one, check it out
Hit up for 5, and hold it for 10, I`m true lung
Let`s see who got the most wind, get em sprung
Make em want to come back and spend,
The black oil is the new gold
they dont care about human rights
just killed you
New order (8x)
They target the oil
and get this paper with me
We barred out X'd out
Go and Matrix with me
Gone pop one
And gone pop two
You gone fuck him
Well fuck him too
I'm a do me
We'll
Needlessly bleeding resources all dry
Turn a blind eye if it means a pay rise
"Oh what a shame it would be I would die"
If Number 10 Downing Street burned
outside like a charity store
But there ain't no clothes in 'em
Just bodies with holes in 'em
1, 2, 3, loads of them
4, 5, 6, casket closed for them
7, 8, 9,
Oil Beatz oil Beatz
Naah kurwa, to jest swag
A nie kurwa, jak ty się ubierzesz w
Jakieś ciuchy dla skejtów
Kurwa, jakąś bluze z przecenu se kupisz
and told let's go make a hood tape,
First thing I'mma do, pull out my seven four,
Candy coated black thang sittin' on them Forgio
24 tower, eight bricks
corn
Mommy rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal oil light
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn'
Daddy loved
In the Dodge City yards of the Sante Fe
Stood a freight made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and waste
Was groomin' the great iron
In the Dodge City yards of the Sante Fe
Stood a freight made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and waste
Was groomin' the great iron
Regular gas was all that it sold
Except tobacco matches and oil
Other than that he fixed lots of flats
Keepin' Cisco rough hands soiled
He'd wipe
[Intro:]
Dirty Harry is dead [x4]
I'm here to announce that Dirty Harry is dead
Now witness the grudge from his son, Oil Can Harry, the Boss, hahaha
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