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ianj - coconut shampoo lyrics

[verse 1: ian j]
aye
quiet when we pour it out
i don’t mind when people talk
unless they talk a lot
better watch your mouth or they might take it as a call to god
sound like seduction
the way them rounds get to bussin
they coming straight for ya bumbaclot
yea
mama i swear i ain’t a murderer
but if they come for me
then it’s gon’ be somebody’s burial
stick up or carry out
praying to god i ain’t forced to do his job
[refrain: ian j]
could’ve been a chef if i’da picked up the pyrex
wouldn’t be this blessed if ray ain’t do me a solid
i done got obsessed with making it as an artist
that’s why i go the hardest
anything subpar is garbage
we gon’ be rich tho
regardless
all them n+ggas drop pesos on harletts
that’s why i need me a goddess
someone to go hard with
look at how we started

[verse 2: ian j]
god
if i was adam at the garden
i’da fed that snake to the dogs
got nothing to say to the blogs
if it ain’t about no guacamole
got other sh+t to handle like top custodians
pop the 40 ounce
if life is a gamble
learn how to count cards
lead by example
coconut shampoo in my hair
b+tch i smell good
i’ma be top dog in a year
[refrain: ian j]
could’ve been a chef if i’da picked up the pyrex
wouldn’t be this blessed if ray ain’t do me a solid
i done got obsessed with making it as an artist
that’s why i go the hardest
anything subpar is garbage
we gon’ be rich tho
regardless
all them n+ggas drop pesos on harletts
that’s why i need me a goddess
someone to go hard with
look at how we started

[verse 3: ikabodveins]
i done seen cook em up cook em up in the pyrex
watch for the feds
they watch us like imax
everytime i f+ck on shorty
she say she climax
big pimpin’
sl!ck rick with the eye patch
you could find me where the crimes at
posted outside in a hoodie selling dime bags
time’s short you can’t rewind that
traumatized
i wish i could get my mind back
let alone even find that
we all gon’ die
you don’t get nine lives
you fishy folks get fried and zip tied
and pistol whipped ’til ya b+tch cry
these hard times
i’m just tryna get by
got a chick with thick thighs
she comply
she don’t tell no lies
that’s some sh+t that you could live by
we don’t live twice
god don’t test my might

- ianj lyrics

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