le - suede lyrics
(intro)
l.a. dolla, mothaf-ckin’ get
yeah, look
(verse)
walkin’ thru the back door, thru the kitchen like an owner
lookin’ like a million bucks, and smell like marijuana
eyes lowered on my cut, being followed by a star
resemblant been the highest, she be wit me from the start
desperado, no confusing, we killin’ wit the music
clip is loaded, any moment i can shoot it
the rap game, toreto heavy foot up on that pedal
and still be do n-gg-s, i ain;t got no time to meddle
i just mind my own, lay low and get this paper
and come down on some makers, make the wildlife my neighbor
ocean in the back, porsche is in the front
but i’mma be inside, rollin’ up that skunk
thinkinb’ bout the next move, takin’ ova this game
moe together (???), betta stay outta this lane
zed life to that next, have s-x in that hatch
lookin’ like and og, y’all n-gg-s look stressed
(hook x2)
put the swade non the ceiling, my b-tch love when she touch it
roll the smoke out the window, pullin’ stunts out in public
don’t be f-ckin’ wit n-gg-s, they be acting like hoes
got the wiz on the beamer, yeah, them b-tches a go
(verse)
yeah, them b-tches a go
yeah, them b-tches is clean
see me shifting them gears, still riding the lean
sittin’ low when i’m floating, causing commotion with bubbles
she keep on saying she love me, i guess this b-tch wanna oscar
now i’m livin’ too proper, is it eva too far from your scheme?
i press that igno b-tton, hunt the chick of yo dreams
ain’t got no time for that baby, we gotta hustle the bill
i got my mind on this paper, so right now f-ck how you feel!
i just smokin’ on purple, riding slugs on de bussy [;)]
i ain’t loosing my focus, this sh-t feel like the movie
like the intro to belly, walking slow thru the crowd
i just came wit my n-gg-s, and they presence is loud
when they got me a keisha, back at home, she a keeper
anger, oh, se be b-tching, but she stay wit that reefa
yeah, se down wit this sh-t, all about gettin’ payed
so she rollin’ wit me, i let her feel my own swade
(hook x2)
put the swade non the ceiling, my b-tch love when she touch it
roll the smoke out the window, pullin’ stunts out in public
don’t be f-ckin’ wit n-gg-s, they be acting like hoes
got the wiz on the beamer, yeah, them b-tches a go
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