marco (oon) - solange in the elevator lyrics
[verse1:]
popular demand – cool, but if i pop, i got demands
unpopular opinion: i’m the man. swallowed choices like they meds. washed my hands. picked a pill. first and last time i’m gone pop a little ya dig. uh uh
the machine got a weakness – i got a plan. about to accidentally hit this e-stop with my head
they can’t f-ck w/ this. truth loud as lovita calling ced, and every time, it have em shocked, as if it’s secret when i say it – nah
too hot – quit now, you’ll be forgotten: larry sanders
this that gospel, hoe. you preachin’ to the choir: mary clarence
g-o-a-t – i’m with the dream: ari lennox
got them out there making plays for them nuggets – they gary harris, huh?
the good ol’ days: le bons vieux temps
the hood don’t change. the mode sean comb
plain as day – the monsieur font
the good gone fade. they gon go young
self proclaimed sage, and don’t know none. huh!?
[chorus:]
you trynna catch a bullet, or a body?! yeah
woosah. woosah
and i ain’t gotta do it myself. but sh-t, i’ll probably do it myself. yeah. woosah. woosah
(watch this level up n-gg-)
you trynna catch a bullet or a body?! (“i be kickin sh-t like solange in the elevator”)
[verse2:]
soon as the needle drop, n-gg-s be anthony fantano – reviewing out of a bas-m-nt what’s probably fresh out a bando
luca brasi – in dallas going crazy: luka doncic
n-gg-s scared of bars, and draw lines to keep distance. call me conscious
a villain with justifiable motives. a k!llmonger or joker. how you gone keep kind in your mind once it’s open?
it’s jail for heroes as well. is money your motive? how much do you want it, since you really on it?
f-ck a mill. i need it all and don’t even want it. pick the world up and flaunt it
condemned, but i make it look like i’m taunting.. you cannot be taught it
at home i’m mahomes. hoe, i’m just getting started
i throw bullets through arrowhead so much, can’t tell i’m a target
as a team, n-gg-s get bodied for fun. i’m really done
you gone watch me whoop your dog, looking dumb. uncle willie’s son
knock a whole circle off they square when i teach em
it’s a game. it ain’t checkers, but it ain’t chess neither. little b-tch
[chorus:]
you trynna catch a bullet, or a body?! yeah
woosah. woosah
and i ain’t gotta do it myself. but sh-t, i’ll probably do it myself. yeah. woosah. woosah
(watch this level up n-gg-)
you trynna catch a bullet or a body?! (“i be kickin sh-t like solange in the elevator”)
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