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don cook (rapper) - gorgeous lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m drop dead gorgeous, pretty as a morgue is
if your mother bought a house
you know that don’ll pay the mortgage
can’t afford it, snorting with a rolled-up dollar bill
boat without a sail, i’m floating, hot as h-ll
how’s it feel to be the one that always fails?
my trials and tribulations’ll earn me a record deal
eat a steak while my servant’ll pay the bills
ain’t worth it to be this ill, cause i’m nervous of being k!lled
still – i need a fill-up at the sh-ll station
i think adele’s waiting, but i got my cell taken
for face-timing with a naked dime
and i’d do anything to make her mine and
i bought that lady eight-carrot diamonds
come to find, she got a p-n-s and her name was ronnie
that’s just some really lame timing
came into the game with an emphasis on rhyming, but
i’ve been thinking ’bout the time it took – 3 years
shit, i should’ve been in hollywood
wish i had a manager like pac had suge
i ain’t end up getting shot, but i’m popular

[hook]
i’m kobe bryant with that fadeaway
to you it seems amazing, but to me, that’s just my day-to-day
i greet the devil’s face with a friendly shake
told me keep my distance when i hit the gates
i’m kobe bryant with that fadeaway
to you it seems amazing, but to me, that’s just my day-to-day
i greet the devil’s face with a friendly shake
i told him keep his distance when i hit the stage

[verse 2]
i sink my teeth into your daughter’s neck
you bounced a check and now i’m here to make her proud again
i think i’ll douse her leg after the count of ten
check the back of her trousers to track my foul offense
i’ll admit to feeling sour every now-and-then, that’s how it’s been
when all of my friends compare to powerful men
since when the f-ck could you tell me how my hours are spent?
shout out to the pen in my fingers when i’m bouting with dread
level with my conscience ‘fore i bite your arm off
i’ll call your momma, hot as a korean sauna
i’ll take the meanest sawed-off to go and meet your barber
he got you thinking that that line-up got you neat and proper
you see the problem?
you’re popping what was not prescribed
caught you by surprise
now you’re blinded by your watered eyes
i think i oughta’ try battling life itself
my life is h-ll, all while living in the bible belt

[hook]

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