Strick - House of Blues lyrics
Strick [Tauren O'lander Strickland] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Strick - House of Blues lyrics]
Yeah jazzy
(Wavy Pluto, ya dig?, Hzrd, go stupid)
You know we've been giving
These niggas the blues, man
Haha, all these blues strips on me
Yeah, shawty tryna get jazzy
She know how we play it (Woo)
My rhyme patterns is everlasting
You burn and crash
We put the plan into motion
Sped off on cops, yeah
I'm zooted
Shopping for fashion in vintage high tops
I kept it real
That's leverage when others do not
We ain't parallel
Tell me how you could be the equal
I tell the valet to park it
Part in the center keep young Stoner Life
We know we smoke so much they made it legal
Yeah, bandanas, we banging
Still modern rockstars
Been pulling strings 'til Edison
Turn his lights off real G
I'm cool with bounty hunters and Watts
The Ford too fast, we don't stop at reds
I brought my dream to life
The same one I had as a kid
You should probably try and join
But you hating instead
She unzipped it while I was driving
You know next is head
Let your hair blow in the wind
I put the top back
Went against the opps, ran up some big racks
Exes want my tires slashed
Or they want backstage passes
And when I think about it
That's just the fatal attraction
(Wavy Pluto, ya dig?, Hzrd, go stupid)
You know we've been giving
These niggas the blues, man
Haha, all these blues strips on me
Yeah, shawty tryna get jazzy
She know how we play it (Woo)
My rhyme patterns is everlasting
You burn and crash
We put the plan into motion
Sped off on cops, yeah
I'm zooted
Shopping for fashion in vintage high tops
I kept it real
That's leverage when others do not
We ain't parallel
Tell me how you could be the equal
I tell the valet to park it
Part in the center keep young Stoner Life
We know we smoke so much they made it legal
Yeah, bandanas, we banging
Still modern rockstars
Been pulling strings 'til Edison
Turn his lights off real G
I'm cool with bounty hunters and Watts
The Ford too fast, we don't stop at reds
I brought my dream to life
The same one I had as a kid
You should probably try and join
But you hating instead
She unzipped it while I was driving
You know next is head
Let your hair blow in the wind
I put the top back
Went against the opps, ran up some big racks
Exes want my tires slashed
Or they want backstage passes
And when I think about it
That's just the fatal attraction