d.screte - seance lyrics
[verse1]
any minute now imma be on top
ya’ll busy talking birds, i just f-cked the flock
get your mind off the p-ssy and back on your dough, though
black belt on waist and this booth is my dojo
burning dollars cause i’d rather fail
get ya weight up, cause ya’ll rather frail
that’s word to my haters who do the free promo
go kick my game now they b-tch want a photo
they rolling ganja, i’m off of some bourbon
k!ll off my sorrows and drown out my burdens
f-ck this vacation, lets get back to working
ya’ll chase that kitty, i’m just not that person
cause p-ssy is p-ssy, it comes and it goes
don’t want your convenience, so don’t call my phone
i’ve been so stressed out i might go and roll..
cause i got n0body i’m out on my own (f-ck)
but what’s new? solo ride since 99
foot on that pedal i’m g-ssed up
humble man? f-ck you mean? i am a master!
holy words spew from the lips of the pastor
don marco godly like biblical chapters
d/screte/screte/screte
on the low got the dog off of the leash
dead all these years, what the f-ck did you think?
[hook]
but what can i say man? what can i say dawg?
i’ve been dead all of these years it’s a seance
with no one to lay on. but now my sh-t live!
give em’ something to hate on
the f-ck can i say dawg? the f-ck can i say man?
[verse 2]
dubs up when i roll through the city, dawg
southside california – man we living large!
muhf-cker, i’m the don who you think in charge?
villain in my city, fool – you can’t pull the card
done with you basic hoes don’t have to manage
got me a chick from the south and she spanish
get what i want, when i want it, it happens
f-ck being humble – don marco the savage
screte/screte please don’t tell me that you selling out
too late motherf-cker, born a sinner (wow)
got a sweet sweet b-tch, but i’m bitter now
off this henny kinda feeling drowsy, 30 women in the cut around me
sh-t is bumping, vodka got em’ rowdy
they all wanna f-ck, don’t know sh-t about me –
said; off this henny kinda feeling drowsy, 30 women in the cut around me
sh-t is bumping, vodka got em’ rowdy
they all wanna f-ck, don’t know sh-t about me
oh my
[outro]
dead all these years
dead all these years
but i’m still here
baby, yea i’m still here
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