Oliver Francis - Dreamcast lyrics
Oliver Francis [Alexander Francis Kelly] Columbia, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Oliver Francis - Dreamcast lyrics]
Yeah
How I'm lapping rappers when I
Started out in last place
Orange Honda prelude orange peels
In my ash tray
Money count it- count it up
It make sure that my cash straight
Money count it- count it up
It make sure that my cash woah
Don't confuse the rappers
Bunch of loser rappers
I'ma shark against a bunch
Of barracuda rappers
You the type to see some shiny
Shit and bite the hook
You the type to let a team
Of writers do your hooks
Yeah
Polo bear all on my bed sheets
Rurouni Kenshin with the blade
Motherfucker don't ever test me
Nowadays my bank account it
Got a couple zeroes
Ice cream sneakers mix it with the baby Milo
In the tall grass laid back
Starring at the lil' dipper
This a tale smoke a L, sip a little liquor
Ralph lauren head to toe
My closet full of ponies
I’m cannon to the game now
You can call it Broly
Sit back playing SEGA Dreamcast
My diamonds playing freeze tag in the G class
I give a fuck about some Louis or Balenciaga
I love my Polo Ralph Laurens
Smelling like nag champa
I'm with the blue hair shorty she
Look just like sailor Mercury
How she give the top and at the
Same time she gon' twerk for me
We get in the jet and we
Took that bitch to Germany
Pull up smelling like the pack
When I convert my currency
You know my blunts won't stop over the beach
Break it down
Then I reach for the Backwood leaf
Close my eyes, let the tide wash over my feet
And when we smoke, man, I'm feeling complete
You know my blunts won't stop
Over the beach
Break it down
Then I reach for the Backwood leaf
Close my eyes, let the tide wash over my feet
And when we smoke, man, I'm feeling complete
Yeah, yo
How I'm lapping rappers when I
Started out in last place
Orange Honda prelude orange peels
In my ash tray
Money count it- count it up
It make sure that my cash straight
Money count it- count it up
It make sure that my cash woah
Don't confuse the rappers
Bunch of loser rappers
I'ma shark against a bunch
Of barracuda rappers
You the type to see some shiny
Shit and bite the hook
You the type to let a team
Of writers do your hooks
Yeah
Polo bear all on my bed sheets
Rurouni Kenshin with the blade
Motherfucker don't ever test me
Nowadays my bank account it
Got a couple zeroes
Ice cream sneakers mix it with the baby Milo
In the tall grass laid back
Starring at the lil' dipper
This a tale smoke a L, sip a little liquor
Ralph lauren head to toe
My closet full of ponies
I’m cannon to the game now
You can call it Broly
Sit back playing SEGA Dreamcast
My diamonds playing freeze tag in the G class
I give a fuck about some Louis or Balenciaga
I love my Polo Ralph Laurens
Smelling like nag champa
I'm with the blue hair shorty she
Look just like sailor Mercury
How she give the top and at the
Same time she gon' twerk for me
We get in the jet and we
Took that bitch to Germany
Pull up smelling like the pack
When I convert my currency
You know my blunts won't stop over the beach
Break it down
Then I reach for the Backwood leaf
Close my eyes, let the tide wash over my feet
And when we smoke, man, I'm feeling complete
You know my blunts won't stop
Over the beach
Break it down
Then I reach for the Backwood leaf
Close my eyes, let the tide wash over my feet
And when we smoke, man, I'm feeling complete
Yeah, yo