CRIMEAPPLE, Goretex, ILL BILL - Only Built 4 Gucci Drip lyrics
[CRIMEAPPLE, Goretex, ILL BILL - Only Built 4 Gucci Drip lyrics]
Exotic crops and powder from Fiji
Rockin' top hats and a pop-off
Like ecstasy from Houdini
Got that Ally Sheedy
Selling ziti out the twenty-eight
All fiends on Farragut done
Seek out the riches
Eat ratchet bitches like Puma Suede
A slave in a cage, numerous hustles
Keep ‘em sedated, I stay paid
Satyricon gimmicks and carpenter lyrics
Hard like scores of Hasidics
After shoppers but before business
Kinison lines I'm with Donald Goines
It's a crime we abortions that survived
Takin’ portions of ya spine
Stay unlawful ‘til we die
Upperchurch stay high
Let the reverend run up a tab
Ten bundles and eight pies
Heist of the century
Sellin’ ice out the Chevy like Garfield
Except I bake pies with lasagna and raw penny
Monsters and rock, sniffin’ Panama
Catch a vacant stare
Lost in the haze catch a
Taste like Jamaican Air
I got demons that will never die
I’m bumpin’ Rakim Allah in the ride
You the type to see the guy’s who
Tuck your weiney between your thighs
I couldn’t empathize
How I feel inside, only the Lord knows
Was born broke willing to kick a chair from
Under a secure rope
Now the plug look like Eddy Gordo
You might see me fighting
My bored out Bordeaux
With a freak who take molly
Through a corn hole
Opportunist in a Jag dressed like DrLoomis
Movin’ that little bullshit you guys been
Doin’ it is not amusin’ papi Cuban
(woah) piss on your lawn with drawn armory
I grew up around medicine men
No Sean Connery
I saw that the Fuzz was onto me
And then I paid for the face-lift
Now my pain is where the steak sit
I get fellated in a space ships, face it
You and your man split a
Twelve pack and kick it
Talkin’ about how you almost did it
But reality is frigid (Almost)
Similar to the blood givin’ my brain oxygen
And I ain’t stoppin’ until your
Whole block look communist
Until SWAT ain’t knockin’ and walkin’
Away is not permitted fuck swimmin’
I got some cement loafers you can fit in
You trippin’, fibbin’ all of your lyrics
So you really penny-pinchin’
I’m getting’ it with Non Phixion
And my pen is ridiculous
Walk out of the choir with a big stick
Probably wake up with a big dick
Big money clip big drip
Big swammy and a big clip
Big family and a big clip
Yea-yea-yea-yea-yea-yea, real shit
Real bloods, real crips, real demons
Real lit we the top, yo these guys
Speed racer yo G ride
Spin the block, east side
Hit the opps, three times
This is Barry Seal when he
Living in the 'tary thotty give me headie
Facedown that's obituary
Choosy kids choose Uzi's with
Ruby Ridge tutelage
Shooters that do the brutalest 'til there is
Oodles of shrooms and pills flutes and Crys
Cougars with pierced pussy lips
Only built for Gucci drip
Rockin' top hats and a pop-off
Like ecstasy from Houdini
Got that Ally Sheedy
Selling ziti out the twenty-eight
All fiends on Farragut done
Seek out the riches
Eat ratchet bitches like Puma Suede
A slave in a cage, numerous hustles
Keep ‘em sedated, I stay paid
Satyricon gimmicks and carpenter lyrics
Hard like scores of Hasidics
After shoppers but before business
Kinison lines I'm with Donald Goines
It's a crime we abortions that survived
Takin’ portions of ya spine
Stay unlawful ‘til we die
Upperchurch stay high
Let the reverend run up a tab
Ten bundles and eight pies
Heist of the century
Sellin’ ice out the Chevy like Garfield
Except I bake pies with lasagna and raw penny
Monsters and rock, sniffin’ Panama
Catch a vacant stare
Lost in the haze catch a
Taste like Jamaican Air
I got demons that will never die
I’m bumpin’ Rakim Allah in the ride
You the type to see the guy’s who
Tuck your weiney between your thighs
I couldn’t empathize
How I feel inside, only the Lord knows
Was born broke willing to kick a chair from
Under a secure rope
Now the plug look like Eddy Gordo
You might see me fighting
My bored out Bordeaux
With a freak who take molly
Through a corn hole
Opportunist in a Jag dressed like DrLoomis
Movin’ that little bullshit you guys been
Doin’ it is not amusin’ papi Cuban
(woah) piss on your lawn with drawn armory
I grew up around medicine men
No Sean Connery
I saw that the Fuzz was onto me
And then I paid for the face-lift
Now my pain is where the steak sit
I get fellated in a space ships, face it
You and your man split a
Twelve pack and kick it
Talkin’ about how you almost did it
But reality is frigid (Almost)
Similar to the blood givin’ my brain oxygen
And I ain’t stoppin’ until your
Whole block look communist
Until SWAT ain’t knockin’ and walkin’
Away is not permitted fuck swimmin’
I got some cement loafers you can fit in
You trippin’, fibbin’ all of your lyrics
So you really penny-pinchin’
I’m getting’ it with Non Phixion
And my pen is ridiculous
Walk out of the choir with a big stick
Probably wake up with a big dick
Big money clip big drip
Big swammy and a big clip
Big family and a big clip
Yea-yea-yea-yea-yea-yea, real shit
Real bloods, real crips, real demons
Real lit we the top, yo these guys
Speed racer yo G ride
Spin the block, east side
Hit the opps, three times
This is Barry Seal when he
Living in the 'tary thotty give me headie
Facedown that's obituary
Choosy kids choose Uzi's with
Ruby Ridge tutelage
Shooters that do the brutalest 'til there is
Oodles of shrooms and pills flutes and Crys
Cougars with pierced pussy lips
Only built for Gucci drip