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daniel son & wino willy - crow feathers lyrics

[intro]
you hear the lighters fl!ckin’
that’s how you hear it over here, son
wino, hit ’em with the cinematic sh+t
uh

[verse 1]
we don’t abide by the laws, smile when the law buy
you a small fry, fry the onions with the voila (cheffin’ up)
i need that old ferrari, they had his son cryin’
how many times them youngans spun but hit the wrong guy (how many times?)
post up where the resident’s lower
you think my lawyer lit a fire when the evidence wrong? (not guilty)
crack in them cold cans, you can smell it by noon
then her partner took a hit, then they nod at the moon
i’m at the table where the bread get breaked
finesse it at ten late
my next deal is a check that’s blank
all gas, no breaks, might need a extra tank
my dog, i lit the blunt soon as i left the bank
situations in my head, they keep re+runnin’
sh+t, my phone keep ringin’, know somebody need somethin’ (brrt, brrt, brrt)
rub it on your gums, got your t++th numb (oh, yeah)
drawin’ up the place, son, i make the team function

[chorus]
cigarettes burnin’ holes through the whole leathers (they do)
why i do ’em wrong still when i know it’s better? (i don’t know)
still no grindin’, no day and no gold treasure
shorty’s eyelashes lookin’ like some crow feathers (that’s that)
cigarettes burnin’ holes through the whole leathers (what it do?)
why i do ’em wrong still when i know it’s better? (i don’t know)
still no grindin’, no day and no gold treasure
shorty’s eyelashes lookin’ like some crow feathers (yo, who that, son?)
[verse 2]
i seen a 12 followin’ a uber
had to hop out and bust maneuvers off of the scooter (what you need?)
catch plays like cooper, big girl, it’s hard to move her (big girl)
she studied every page of the kamasutra
protectin’ my interest, me and my co+defendants broke the blem (uh)
seein’ show look like a low attendance (where the people at?)
rick james inspiried all the henchman
’cause now we start muddle on your couch upon your entrance (f+ck yo’ couch!)
with no shame, they rolled the coattails
they heart tallow like the 168 boat tails
straight from the whole sale (aha)
follow the blow trails
they show and tell, but no money to post bail? (where the bread at?)
highway to h+ll, right through the snow of h+ll
bread from the old coral, whipped the weight, broke the scale
sh+t, i kept it faith when the hope was frail (oh, lord)
now we sippin’ rosé out the holy grail

- daniel son wino willy lyrics

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