Lancey Foux, Working On Dying - Off The Lead lyrics
Lance Omal
[Lancey Foux, Working On Dying - Off The Lead lyrics]
Whew, huh
I just hit New York, she told me
"Welcome to the party"
Bad Eritrean, Ethiopian, Somali (yeah)
Hopping out the 'Rari
She wanna fuck me for the car key
I got whole lotta redbones
I'm on the phone with Playboi Carti
(Whole Lotta Red)
It ain't nothing to keep it real
It ain't nothing to never spill (Spill)
I got killers out in Brooklyn
I got killers in Brixton Hill (Boom)
I'm on the M, no attempted
Whether it's murder or the mills (Boom)
You can catch me out in Philly
Fucking with Oogie Mane and Filth'
I feel like my hands made to kill
And the chopper got no chill (Bup-bup-bup)
I can cook up the beat like Pharrell
(For real)
I can fuck with the states like Estelle
(Huh?)
I can still give you greaze like I'm gel
(yeah) when you see me, greet me well
You can strip me down, I'll still shine
(Shine)
Fuck your jeweler, fuck your ice (Ice)
You can be wrong all the time (Time)
But come correct on the price (Shine)
You've been scared all your life
I've been working on dying (Dying)
Two new hoes, black or white
You know I roll the dice (Whew)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got bands in the bed, I beat off the lead
I got a bad bitch obsessed
I got her boyfriend upset
And I've just been breaking some bread
I'll give off an arm and a leg
Why would I speak if it's said?
You want some advice?
(yeah) Talk to Ted (Whew)
(Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just hit New York, she told me
"Welcome to the party"
I just hit New York, she told me
"Welcome to the party"
Bad Eritrean, Ethiopian, Somali mali
Ethiopian, Somali (Chyeah, whew, chyeah)
I just hit New York, she told me
"Welcome to the party"
Bad Eritrean, Ethiopian, Somali (yeah)
Hopping out the 'Rari
She wanna fuck me for the car key
I got whole lotta redbones
I'm on the phone with Playboi Carti
(Whole Lotta Red)
It ain't nothing to keep it real
It ain't nothing to never spill (Spill)
I got killers out in Brooklyn
I got killers in Brixton Hill (Boom)
I'm on the M, no attempted
Whether it's murder or the mills (Boom)
You can catch me out in Philly
Fucking with Oogie Mane and Filth'
I feel like my hands made to kill
And the chopper got no chill (Bup-bup-bup)
I can cook up the beat like Pharrell
(For real)
I can fuck with the states like Estelle
(Huh?)
I can still give you greaze like I'm gel
(yeah) when you see me, greet me well
You can strip me down, I'll still shine
(Shine)
Fuck your jeweler, fuck your ice (Ice)
You can be wrong all the time (Time)
But come correct on the price (Shine)
You've been scared all your life
I've been working on dying (Dying)
Two new hoes, black or white
You know I roll the dice (Whew)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got bands in the bed, I beat off the lead
I got a bad bitch obsessed
I got her boyfriend upset
And I've just been breaking some bread
I'll give off an arm and a leg
Why would I speak if it's said?
You want some advice?
(yeah) Talk to Ted (Whew)
(Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just hit New York, she told me
"Welcome to the party"
I just hit New York, she told me
"Welcome to the party"
Bad Eritrean, Ethiopian, Somali mali
Ethiopian, Somali (Chyeah, whew, chyeah)