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ambokire junior salimu - picassos lyrics

and i swear man, they ain’t fine minds like mine
i sold hope to folks, they took their dreams and consigned em to me
confided in me
confide in the produce, profuse herbs to get your soul loose
and they thinking man his head got him
i was thinking sell some sachets and put my girl in some red bottoms
that’s memoirs of a high school drug dealer
miss cl-sses, f-ck b-tches and chase skrilla
has he got the devil in him, is the kid sinning?
man f-ck it i was just tryna stay winning even if it meant slinging
all the forbidden fruits to the youth
cause they wanna hear the lies, they ain’t really bout the truth
i mean, nthangwanika knew about it, she knew about it
that her compliance, and her reliance on the booze was always wrong
but still she dove in it
and the drug dealer stay winnin, this is

chorus:
pic-ssos, drug dealer pic-ssos (never get high off your own supply, never get high off your own supply)
pic-ssos, drug dealer pic-ssos
pic-ssos, drug dealer pic-ssos (never get high off your own supply, never get high off your own supply)
pic-ssos, drug dealer pic-ssos

verse 2:
and he go hard like granite, the high school bandit
grew up listening to biggie’s ten crack commandments
and i was on my ace till i met ace and the team
and ice told me stop selling beats sell a dream
then it was just me and banx on the drank n-gga
let the og sw-nk go and spank n-ggas
for real, they ain’t know bout the deal
what up millz, remember the late night sessions just tryna get an appeal?
i swear it’s all true doe, he selling drugs but they could never construe doe
how he found em loopholes
contraband on him but he kickin it like judo, you know
that’s word to the c town, and that’s word to the b town
black leaf music word to malik and c9
see i’m, painting pic-ssos i just hope you see now
see i’m, painting pic-ssos i just hope you see now

(chorus)

ain’t n0body wanna be a black sheep, so you light the j cause it’s orthodox
pouring up the drank and you force the shots
i mean, what’s few shoe without the socks?
right? wrong, be free don’t choke
paint your own pic-sso, your brush, your stroke. word⁠⁠⁠⁠

- ambokire junior salimu lyrics

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