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Aphrodite
by Sligg
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Sligga on the beat
Up till the sunrise
Smoking on that dynamite
My bitch Look like Aphrodite
She call me when the mood right
I hit the plug for Mike and Ike’s
That shit hit like Mike Tyson’s right
My shit smack Joe Jackson Five
Prescriptions like its Mike and Ike’s
I can’t do no 9 to 5
Fuck a dike I might
But you won’t see my private life
My skin white on rice
Call my freckles tiger stripes
Live as if I’ll die tonight
On god I might
Up till the sunrise
Smoking on that dynamite
My bitch Look like Aphrodite
She call me when the mood right
I hit the plug for Mike and Ike’s
That shit hit like Mike Tyson’s right
My shit smack Joe Jackson Five
In the moonlight I come alive
When the pressure on you simmer down
I light that pressure up and pass around
to the whole clique
Slide on the bullshit
Cop the concealed carry just to handle it
Let a few off, if you meddling
Start to nod off, when the scrippys hit
And the blunt gets dipped
Pop another seal
Start to nod off
When the scrippys hit
And the blunt gets dipped
Pop another seal
Take another sip
Up till the sunrise
Smoking on that dynamite
My bitch Look like Aphrodite
She call me when the mood right
I hit the plug for Mike and Ike’s
That shit hit like Mike Tyson’s right
My shit smack Joe Jackson Five
I used to stare at the top of the pyramid
Then I took stairs to the top of the pyramid
Now I’m just praying to god that they’re hearing me
Never get scared, I can’t process my feelings
My blood it run cold, my skin is reptilian
My lungs full of smoke like it’s my religion
I put on my cloak, they think I’m civilian
It’s hard to go home when you know it’s gon’ kill you
I’m back on the road, I’m chasing these millions
I got in my zone, I’m staying resilient
The sticks and the stones, they sound like opinions
But all of my stones in perfect condition
My eyes on the goal, I went on a mission
I’m locked and I’m loaded by definition
I was so low after my conviction
I’m out on my own without my prescriptions
(But now I’m going)
Up till the sunrise
Smoking on that dynamite
My bitch Look like Aphrodite
She call me when the mood right
I hit the plug for Mike and Ike’s
That shit hit like Mike Tyson’s right
My shit smack Joe Jackson Five, Five, Five
Sligga on the beat
Up till the sunrise
Smoking on that dynamite
My bitch Look like Aphrodite
She call me when the mood right
I hit the plug for Mike and Ike’s
That shit hit like Mike Tyson’s right
My shit smack Joe Jackson Five
Prescriptions like its Mike and Ike’s
I can’t do no 9 to 5
Fuck a dike I might
But you won’t see my private life
My skin white on rice
Call my freckles tiger stripes
Live as if I’ll die tonight
On god I might
Up till the sunrise
Smoking on that dynamite
My bitch Look like Aphrodite
She call me when the mood right
I hit the plug for Mike and Ike’s
That shit hit like Mike Tyson’s right
My shit smack Joe Jackson Five
In the moonlight I come alive
When the pressure on you simmer down
I light that pressure up and pass around
to the whole clique
Slide on the bullshit
Cop the concealed carry just to handle it
Let a few off, if you meddling
Start to nod off, when the scrippys hit
And the blunt gets dipped
Pop another seal
Start to nod off
When the scrippys hit
And the blunt gets dipped
Pop another seal
Take another sip
Up till the sunrise
Smoking on that dynamite
My bitch Look like Aphrodite
She call me when the mood right
I hit the plug for Mike and Ike’s
That shit hit like Mike Tyson’s right
My shit smack Joe Jackson Five
I used to stare at the top of the pyramid
Then I took stairs to the top of the pyramid
Now I’m just praying to god that they’re hearing me
Never get scared, I can’t process my feelings
My blood it run cold, my skin is reptilian
My lungs full of smoke like it’s my religion
I put on my cloak, they think I’m civilian
It’s hard to go home when you know it’s gon’ kill you
I’m back on the road, I’m chasing these millions
I got in my zone, I’m staying resilient
The sticks and the stones, they sound like opinions
But all of my stones in perfect condition
My eyes on the goal, I went on a mission
I’m locked and I’m loaded by definition
I was so low after my conviction
I’m out on my own without my prescriptions
(But now I’m going)
Up till the sunrise
Smoking on that dynamite
My bitch Look like Aphrodite
She call me when the mood right
I hit the plug for Mike and Ike’s
That shit hit like Mike Tyson’s right
My shit smack Joe Jackson Five, Five, Five
