Fruit Boy, JAY-Z - Emotion keeper lyrics
[Fruit Boy, JAY-Z - Emotion keeper lyrics]
I be rolling papers while
My niggas repping rollies
I be rolling down the street like
Baby you don’t know me
My niggas sip coronas I’m sipping Arizona’s
Your bitch from Barcelona
I make your bitch Mona
Lisa I pray to ma Teresa to
Make my wage increase a
Your house a fucking lease-a my
Girls a fucking keeper
I chilled with the grim reaper put
A hole in a store keeper
I’m knee deep-a in my emotions with
My hand and some lotion
My life’s in slow motion with a notion of
Your life moving like a race car
This shit's bizarre puffing on
Cigars like Jordan
Digging graves for prison wardens
I be dunking on ‘em like
Braves treating ‘em like slaves
Lincolns rolling in his grave
I’ll let it sink in hit me up on linked in
I’m a has been throw me in the looney bin
You’ll have to call my next of
Kin I’m like west berlin cos I’m all alone
Always playing on my phone
Cos yea im a white nigga
My skin is light nigga win every fight nigga
They see my height nigga
They in fright nigga eat every night nigga
Shot on sight nigga paramedics arrive nigga
They try n revive nigga iD rather die nigga
Yo bitch is shy nigga tasty as pie nigga
Need an alibi nigga to get high nigga
In the public eye nigga reclassify nigga
Undersupply nigga bye bye nigga
Dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga
Field nigga still nigga
My niggas repping rollies
I be rolling down the street like
Baby you don’t know me
My niggas sip coronas I’m sipping Arizona’s
Your bitch from Barcelona
I make your bitch Mona
Lisa I pray to ma Teresa to
Make my wage increase a
Your house a fucking lease-a my
Girls a fucking keeper
I chilled with the grim reaper put
A hole in a store keeper
I’m knee deep-a in my emotions with
My hand and some lotion
My life’s in slow motion with a notion of
Your life moving like a race car
This shit's bizarre puffing on
Cigars like Jordan
Digging graves for prison wardens
I be dunking on ‘em like
Braves treating ‘em like slaves
Lincolns rolling in his grave
I’ll let it sink in hit me up on linked in
I’m a has been throw me in the looney bin
You’ll have to call my next of
Kin I’m like west berlin cos I’m all alone
Always playing on my phone
Cos yea im a white nigga
My skin is light nigga win every fight nigga
They see my height nigga
They in fright nigga eat every night nigga
Shot on sight nigga paramedics arrive nigga
They try n revive nigga iD rather die nigga
Yo bitch is shy nigga tasty as pie nigga
Need an alibi nigga to get high nigga
In the public eye nigga reclassify nigga
Undersupply nigga bye bye nigga
Dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga
Field nigga still nigga