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g-two - immaculate lyrics

[verse 1: g-two]
oh yes i love her like egyptian. want a description? my new addiction/
worship without religion, verdict without conviction/
shawty stuck to the god, emotional crucifixion/
goldie might even deem her as perfect without the pimpin’/
i’m different than what she’s ever seen. okay i’m rather clean/
shake up the sprite to mix the codeine and promethazine/
i’m just a maryland man sipping that “texas tea”/
i’m smoking mary with the virgin mary next to me/
immaculate, immaculate, my chick just ain’t your average/
my drank pink and my dank stink, no stems no seeds no additives/
i can’t fake this funk. got a dime blowing up my line while i’m with my latest one/
hit the store gotta make a run/
okay but back to the mission, careful my position/
haters in existence but not single f-cks are given/
shawty roll me a doobie, in your stringless bikini/
as i travel the world, ultra-clean when you see me/
hold up…

hook:
immaculate. immaculate…/
immaculate. immaculate. immaculate…/
my aura just so hazardous, that chick so bad i had to hit/
you think you’re fly? don’t matter man. she goose, i choose; immaculate/
immaculate. immaculate. immaculate (it’s rather clean)…/
immaculate. immaculate. immaculate (you see it, you see it)…/
immaculate. immaculate. immaculate (it’s rather clean)…/
immaculate. immaculate. immaculate (you see it, you see it)…/

[verse 2: ca$ito]
okay i’m coming down clean, my moves like a chess piece/
caliber of kings, and these rooks tryna check me/
bred to be supreme that’s on my word and my testes/
liquor in my chalice; got cups like gretzky/
bars to ca$ito like water to a jet ski/
the big bambino and these n-ggas in the next league/
with no fatigue i show them what’s under sleeve/
just my heart and some tattoos so n-gga pardon my st–z/
i eat apart a beat, digest then i release/
redbone ride in the hood and i’m feeling just like a beast/
please. go about my p’s and q’s – rarely pop no e, but i do/
smoke on them trees and high volume is how i be/
okay, back to the mission, careful my position/
haters in existence not a single f-ck is given – while i’m puffing on prescription/
exhaling out the vapors at the speed i be racing/
while i’m chasing after paper paper paper/

[verse 3: chase n. cashe]
i’m swaggin’ it, i’m swaggin’ it, i’m swaggin’ b-tch/
that cash you know i have to get, no man could be compared to this/
look. she bad as sh-t, my flair too rich; i had to hit/
poured up that drink she had a sip, rolled up that kush she had a whiff/
look. i’m rolling hard, she rolling hard we goin’ hard/
then she’s going home; gotta get back on my job/
mr. perfect rest in peace curt hennig/
or call me “heartbreak kid” the way i hurt hoes’ feelings/
been a long time coming but i been the sh-t, i been the sh-t/
marathon i’m running, bet i win the sh-t, i win the sh-t/
n-ggas acting funny cause i’m getting it, i’m getting it/
that’s just how it goes, middle fingers up, i’m fl!cking it/
look. fl!ck ’em the bird, lyrical dishes; i serve/
food for thought i got no time for beefing with herbs/
but i’m all about my bread, that’s why i’m stacking it/
all work, more pay, chase n. cashe immaculate…/

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