Mothers of Charleston, RiFF RAFF - Fulfill My Needs lyrics
[Mothers of Charleston, RiFF RAFF - Fulfill My Needs lyrics]
Well it be the real niggas
Back with that hard street
Shit ay, fucking Boeystraat, man fucking
N1994, man riff Raff, what’s good?
Ay but yo, on some real shit
The Mothers is one of
The realest outfit's out no discussion
Ay, real recognize real
Fuck an industry and fuck a
Scene we’re in here!
Supplies from Ernesto
Got my eyes green like pesto
Mano Fico manifesto
Don’t step on my Nike Prestos
Or my Air Max 1’s, 95’s or 97's
Or the B-Dub’s or TN’s, might cop 'em 2-11's
Send you straight to heaven with
The Scottish cashmere sweater
Even if you done well
Boeystraat did it better
Yeah, birds of a feather flock together
The legion stays steady strapped
Heavily armed for whatever
Sad smileys appear double dot
Left parentheses
Haters getting mad cause they want
Us to end with this
Riff Raff and Boeystraat goin’ in, bruh
Tag teamin' G's mano Fico got fucking stacks
On deck with SODMG
Stuntin' on the world, man
I’m something like an acrobat
Adobe illustrate ghetto pop
No need for photoshop
Never gonna flop, fucking showstop
Bass gon' drop
Unstoppable we’re the Mothers
Who these hoes gon' stop? Huh?
The love who’ll stay for eternity
The heaven sent to fulfill my needs
But when I turn around-round
But when I turn around-round
Suckas wanna play me
Think I'm public housing
Saved by The Bell - Kelly Kapowski
Rap game Zack Morris in the black Ford Taurus
Vocabulary not affordable
More adjectives than a thesaurus
Dinosaur print touches pterodactyl
Teriyaki seats kiss the wounded falcons
Hyper-color bases playing freeze tag
Flew around the moon in the melon Jag
Canteloupe shades, frames made by Troy Aikman
Could have played for Texas
Rangers - Julio Franco (baseball)
Big banking embargo, my dad Wells Fargo
Backyard unloading cargo - Murciélago
Back with that hard street
Shit ay, fucking Boeystraat, man fucking
N1994, man riff Raff, what’s good?
Ay but yo, on some real shit
The Mothers is one of
The realest outfit's out no discussion
Ay, real recognize real
Fuck an industry and fuck a
Scene we’re in here!
Supplies from Ernesto
Got my eyes green like pesto
Mano Fico manifesto
Don’t step on my Nike Prestos
Or my Air Max 1’s, 95’s or 97's
Or the B-Dub’s or TN’s, might cop 'em 2-11's
Send you straight to heaven with
The Scottish cashmere sweater
Even if you done well
Boeystraat did it better
Yeah, birds of a feather flock together
The legion stays steady strapped
Heavily armed for whatever
Sad smileys appear double dot
Left parentheses
Haters getting mad cause they want
Us to end with this
Riff Raff and Boeystraat goin’ in, bruh
Tag teamin' G's mano Fico got fucking stacks
On deck with SODMG
Stuntin' on the world, man
I’m something like an acrobat
Adobe illustrate ghetto pop
No need for photoshop
Never gonna flop, fucking showstop
Bass gon' drop
Unstoppable we’re the Mothers
Who these hoes gon' stop? Huh?
The love who’ll stay for eternity
The heaven sent to fulfill my needs
But when I turn around-round
But when I turn around-round
Suckas wanna play me
Think I'm public housing
Saved by The Bell - Kelly Kapowski
Rap game Zack Morris in the black Ford Taurus
Vocabulary not affordable
More adjectives than a thesaurus
Dinosaur print touches pterodactyl
Teriyaki seats kiss the wounded falcons
Hyper-color bases playing freeze tag
Flew around the moon in the melon Jag
Canteloupe shades, frames made by Troy Aikman
Could have played for Texas
Rangers - Julio Franco (baseball)
Big banking embargo, my dad Wells Fargo
Backyard unloading cargo - Murciélago