adobe house – avant garde lyrics
[fanningsystems]
i want a bottomless fifth and full chalice
versace herachi’s but still rock new balance
with a 03 lexus, still want bbs’s
ah sh-t
ain’t talking bout replicas
want to stage a car wreck and scheme a settlement
while your mans sentence served over soliciting embezzlement
tactics, jur-ssic
tobacconis occupy the spliff that we p-ssing
most known unknown
i spit the gift 40 hours week
with ain’t no health insurance, battle wit the power to speak
power to speak, power to speak, powers to speak
powers that be, godd-mn
i want another mixed person i can spend my life with
lobster mac n cheese with bacon and all the spices
i want to have kids at a reasonable age
when i can afford to do so comfortably
[elias]
i want suicides on that maybach
while i’m p-ssenger and i kick back
i want versace linen my bedspread
i want medusa looking while i through it back
i want audemars and a patek phillip
want my rollie iced so frosty, so sweet
i wanna make enough stacks to buy a house every week
shoe game so ill balenciaga on the feet
[dan louis]
what i want?
sh-t lot of money and no fame
said lotta brains and no games
but no one tell me what i gotta gain
i’m tryna graduate and leave the state
grab a fourty at circle k
said lotta people keep circling me
i been a threat so the opp on the map, they circle me
said put the pin all on the board, they looking for me
who do i trust if i don’t trust myself
i’m down on my own and i l-st for green
said they homie just died like yesterday
so how do i feel, someone tell me please
i’m tryna just sell my soul i’m all in the breeze
i’m tryna just be like the trees and stay around all the leafs
[elias]
balicaega oh my god-a
i just wanna whole lotta dollars in my pocket
i’ma do the dun da da
ya feel that, ya hear bro
i wanna wear moschino, i wanna get high
i wanna reach a f-cking c-note
i wanna spend a milli at a f-cking casino
i wanna steal yo man and all the m-th-f-ckas he know
need a sugar daddy to pay my debtses
buy me tamagachi sippin saki and moetses
i don’t give a f-ck i’m a b-tch, i’ll test this
sick my dogs on your -ss in that lexus
baby girl, how you know your man ain’t test this
got his toes curlin’, callin me the bestest
why the f-ck he fronting
act like he like breastes
i got them receipts girl, i got them textes
want a masarti with them gucci guts
get murked by a queen
call that princess cut, b-tch
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