Joell Ortiz - Sincerely Yours lyrics

[Joell Ortiz - Sincerely Yours lyrics]

Yo yo, yo, yo turn me up a lil' bit
'Kay that's good right there, 'Laam
One, two, one, two uh

From sunflower seeds to a Sour Patch
Thirsty as hell like
"Where that water fountain at?"
Now the bitches thirsty
I leave seeds where they mouth is at
Garden they flower then autograph a Yaowa Hat
I traveled the almanac all for rap fans
They applaud me all across the map
All I see is hands and
Lighters up in spite of what
You might've heard about
Underground though not being quite
As much as mainstream, man I am up
They lyin' man, these checks nice as fuck
No Lambo fan, but kinda like the truck
Maybe I should try my luck
Drive it on my next tour
Right behind the bus
Like this for Rosa Parks, we in the back
But this time to front
I walk into my bank branch like twice a month
My four digit pin finger got the Midas touch
Bank teller tellin' the other teller
That I can fuck
I know this 'cause the teller she tellin'
I be inside her guts
All my friends say that I'm too humble
If I show I'm in the
Lead then my followers double
But see attention brings a
Lot of that trouble
And my life's not in a bubble
'cause my dollars is subtle
I like it like that
A private life supposed to be private
I ain't postin' every single time
I go to some island
Won’t see a plate of food
I might selfie a outfit
Just to remind you I'm that dude
'case yo memories cloudy

Sincerely Yours let the horns talk some more
Sincerely Yours let the horns talk some more
Sincerely Yours let the horns talk some more
Sincerely Yours now let me talk to 'em

From crunchy cheese doodles to
Onion and garlics
Maybe some Dipsy Doodles but
Funyon's the hardest
From free lunch to brunch
In my other apartment
I bought that pretty bitch cash
And ripped up the carpet
I'm layin' wood like I did
With ya aunties at house
Jams off a Bacardi dark it's
Dark in them parties, i’m probably
One of her fondest memories to this day
'Cause we fucked, got dressed
And danced to "Memories, " that reggae
Hit different, back in the day I vaca in
Montego Bay in her honor
Stayin' free off Drama, fleein' from karma
On Seadoos doin' knots with a
Knot in my trunks
Spendin' wet money at Tiki Bars
Part of me drunk
Other part naturally high off life
Bartender chick thick
She on me like white on rice
My sword a throw some thunder in that cat
Shorty gave me the eye on sight
Told my wife she go both ways
Guess I'ma buy all night look
Street loner never needed a stamp
Treat business the same way I
Loan me an advance
Still ride through the Ps
Jump out the Lamborghini and dance
Celo champ
100 a four and better leavin' this hand
Here I am
War scars galore still I’m standin' tall
With that one of a kind
Laugh and smile you adore
Made some mistakes along the way
But don’t we all?
Even the brightest diamonds flawed I’m sure

Sincerely Yours let the horns talk some more
Sincerely Yours let the horns talk some more
Sincerely Yours let the horns talk some more
Sincerely Yours now let me talk to 'em

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