Bishop Nehru - Lemon Grass lyrics
[Bishop Nehru - Lemon Grass lyrics]
Comes tell him I ain't here
Why, you don't like Bishop no more?
Why you asking so many questions man?
Cause, I like Bishop! Why?
Cause he's cool!
He's cool huh? Well you just
Tell Mr cool Man if
He calls or comes by that I ain't here
See now a lot of people
Ain't impressed I know
Cause, I'm 15 rapping and the
Kid ain't got no flow
You bozo's drowning in the words I'm spitting
So get the row boat
Cause the stream don't worry bout?
Cause they loco and my mojo is so pro
Yet I'm loco and still strive for more glow
But, your ho know that I'm up next
She undressed
Showing her breasts, getting ready for sex
It's like that when you closer to the cash
The broads that used to laugh are
Ready to give you ass it's nothing new
It's something you get accustomed to
When people start feeling your crew
Or feeling the moves that you making
So please
Don't be mistaken the game is what I'm taking
I'm patient cause other dudes really ancient
And really ain't shit, they basic
Minds vacant, my rhymes sacred and I
Aim straight for greatness
I'm all about my cash and
My cream and the dream
Cause it's all a nigga need on the thing
You lose in the booth, I'm the truth
Yeah, I'm young, you my motherfucking seed
I fiend fitteds, stay green in kicks
Ain't worried bout none of
These greasy chicks
Cause all they want is the
Cash when you get close
And all they see is the
Cash when you get close
I spit facts you spit shit no one reacts to
Just had to let you know
Your rhymes wack dude
I'm passed you, matter fact I'm on a scaffold
It's mad true don't act like
I ain't catch you
There's mad clues cause you claiming
You had rare jewels
And tattoos, when I seen you
You ain't have two
You have to cut the bullshit now
Your profile is wild my pro styles is wild
People know it, they just don't show it
They try to hold it most bitches
My hold is boasting
And leave their devotion and commotions
I'm still hoping that Hova hear me flowing
And know that I'm cold from the go
And that I'm chasing the gold
And the gold with the golden globes are so so
When a nigga scope, tryna get in the scope
And get scoped by interscope
I'm all about my cash and
My cream and the dream
Cause it's all a nigga need on the thing
You lose in the booth, I'm the truth
Yeah, I'm young, you my motherfucking seed
I fiend fitteds, stay green in kicks
Ain't worried bout none of
These greasy chicks
Cause all they want is the
Cash when you get close
And all they see is the
Cash when you get close