DJ Muggs, Roc Marciano - Wormhole lyrics
[DJ Muggs, Roc Marciano - Wormhole lyrics]
Muggs, what up, my nigga? Uh, yeah, uh
Uh, in all my gold, coke cooked on the stove
Only talk in codes
We don’t talk on them phones
I smell like dough and Polo sport cologne
The Testarossa I drove's testosterone
Stay in your childish zone
This ain’t Romper Room
My Benz be riding smooth
The jewels look custom
I need more closet room, Allah diamonds
I got Islamic roots i still grind for the
Loot with the prostitutes
Catch me Tom Browned down
We ain’t on common ground
Used to boost Tommy Hil' out
To Abraham and Strauss
Ow, MAK90 out the Giblee
Or we can mix it up
I might come jig you in your kidney
It’s been documented, I will pop a nigga
I feel like Big Poppa
I let the chopper lift ya
Glock with the condenser, bitch
I got potential
Rolex presidential, pimp tools
Fendi living rooms, views of swimming pools
I’m a business dude, get it clicking, fool
I did it, I am living proof, uh
Check it, check it, check it, check it out
Keep your heavy necklace in the house, ow
Marc, nigga, uh run down on your ass, nigga
Hundred block, boy
Uh, platinum Rollie light grey
I feel like Dice Clay
The difference between us
I say it's night and day
The pain don’t get wiped away
I was cooking white in the microwave
You banging on cyberspace
That shit you claiming, it ain’t resonate
The way you lay, make sure the bed get made
Don’t ever think you can’t get
Wet up for extra change
3 extra chains, it gave me neck pains
Might let your brains hang like Jesse James
And I jet in the range
I’m too set in my ways
No second grade sex slaves
Let’s set the stage
Come catch this fade, or you can pay with 10k
Audemars Piguet, y'all niggas gay
It ain’t even vague it ain’t up for debate
You won’t bust a grape
Great, wrap the 38 with duct tape
Abduct your mate
Fuck your face, nothing you love is safe
I just dug in your safe
Your tap ain’t straight
You go back to the days of bagging base
To being placed in a body bag over a bad day
You dead, I guess it’s better, that way
You dead, I guess it’s better, that way
Motherfucker
Ah, Marc, nigga, yeah kaos
Kaos
Uh, in all my gold, coke cooked on the stove
Only talk in codes
We don’t talk on them phones
I smell like dough and Polo sport cologne
The Testarossa I drove's testosterone
Stay in your childish zone
This ain’t Romper Room
My Benz be riding smooth
The jewels look custom
I need more closet room, Allah diamonds
I got Islamic roots i still grind for the
Loot with the prostitutes
Catch me Tom Browned down
We ain’t on common ground
Used to boost Tommy Hil' out
To Abraham and Strauss
Ow, MAK90 out the Giblee
Or we can mix it up
I might come jig you in your kidney
It’s been documented, I will pop a nigga
I feel like Big Poppa
I let the chopper lift ya
Glock with the condenser, bitch
I got potential
Rolex presidential, pimp tools
Fendi living rooms, views of swimming pools
I’m a business dude, get it clicking, fool
I did it, I am living proof, uh
Check it, check it, check it, check it out
Keep your heavy necklace in the house, ow
Marc, nigga, uh run down on your ass, nigga
Hundred block, boy
Uh, platinum Rollie light grey
I feel like Dice Clay
The difference between us
I say it's night and day
The pain don’t get wiped away
I was cooking white in the microwave
You banging on cyberspace
That shit you claiming, it ain’t resonate
The way you lay, make sure the bed get made
Don’t ever think you can’t get
Wet up for extra change
3 extra chains, it gave me neck pains
Might let your brains hang like Jesse James
And I jet in the range
I’m too set in my ways
No second grade sex slaves
Let’s set the stage
Come catch this fade, or you can pay with 10k
Audemars Piguet, y'all niggas gay
It ain’t even vague it ain’t up for debate
You won’t bust a grape
Great, wrap the 38 with duct tape
Abduct your mate
Fuck your face, nothing you love is safe
I just dug in your safe
Your tap ain’t straight
You go back to the days of bagging base
To being placed in a body bag over a bad day
You dead, I guess it’s better, that way
You dead, I guess it’s better, that way
Motherfucker
Ah, Marc, nigga, yeah kaos
Kaos