abhi the nomad - booty lyrics
[verse 1: abhi the nomad]
(sheesh, sheesh)
i might do like venice beach and sell my cds, sh-t
staying hydrated f-ck the liquor on some dd sh-t
deep slap you out the bar with them hands i sold you cds with
controller holding genie grip, never rock designer
should i follow what they tease me with, we got higher values
y’all are barely popping cleaving rip, my team is full of pinkies pointed upwards by some g*niuses (g*nius)
turn around on swivel chairs and say “shall we meet again?” on some dr. evil sh-t
down the cop receipts and write ’em off like they don’t mean a thing
i ain’t flexing cash i’m bragging how i gary vee’d this sh-t
wake up early 6 o’clock, feed the cat, read a book
mix n’ matching dirty samples writing peter griffin hooks
straight stupid, never divvy that paper b-tch i’m babe ruthin’
every day got a new motherf-cker with a soundcloud link to the same music
’cause y’all still still got the same muses (whaaat?)
i bang nirvana with the same amus-m-nt, so what? (whaaat?)
[chorus]
yeah
oh you wanna build and you got some ideas and a vision wait a minute, hold up
i had no game given to me and i really wasn’t invited here, i just showed up
they had me on my doubt game strong said i wouldn’t last long, i grow’d up
don’t let ’em get you down (nah)
legs, arms folded, meditate
[verse 2: geez louise]
yeah swole solstice brother munching willie maes
printed pattern pills on platters, i could serve a river waves
i could b-tterfly the kurt cobain and courtney love a wraith
now that’s how you let a floor model misbehave
ok, 97 backfield pack pat feel off black wearing plat grills at my last meal
cash out fifth ave steal if the -ss real, peel back windshields drill ’till the sax spill
lip smacking’ gr-ss swords, last verse i poured was like nicotine to newborns, in the crack ward
told y’all the task force masked forward in a rav4
run a lane, driving crash course, shattered backboards from half court
p-ssport looking shammgod euro cut giannis, life’s a wet beach i’m on an inflatable dolphin
p-ssin’ insta-lindsay lohan grams through decaduro dollars squadron larger than the dodgers, some ebonic mr. rogers (ummm)
[chorus]
yeah
oh you wanna build and you got some ideas and a vision wait a minute, hold up
i had no game given to me and i really wasn’t invited here, i just showed up
they had me on my doubt game strong said i wouldn’t last long, i grow’d up
don’t let ’em get you down (nah)
legs, arms folded, meditate
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