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oegdlo - wall street lyrics

[verse 1: geo]
my wall street bros are the f-ckin’ raddest
always bringing thick b-tches known as the baddest
f-cking hoes every time, make sure she’s the loudest
c0ke so white, even our parents are the proudest
i’m a c0ke snortin’ bloke off of honor roll
went from n0body to making money with all the hoes
when i arrive all the models act like addicts for dope
you and your lady friend can come, everyone else behind the rope
geo corleone, suits on suits like a mobster
got so many hoes you’d think its an nba roster
and unfortunately for them it’s only the p-ssy, i slaughter
i guess you could call me the modern day monster
geo but they really call me bruce wayne
i popped more cherries than people pop new years champagne
everywhere from california to the edge of maine
it’s the only thing curing me of this d-mn pain
i was born a spaniard b-st-rd
got seven new whips, i’m a slave f-ckin’ master
drinking and driving no caution for disaster
’cause geo’s become the new headmaster
everything i touch is gold, call me king midas
scratch that, trained over 300 hoes, call me leonidas
i’m the one motherf-ckers love seeking for guidance
liberating them of any d-mn crisis

[interlude: geo]
i popped some champagne and i down it with a bottle of xans
i’m riding with ws ’cause of the gold plated tinted out vans
k!llin’ everybody from chile to kazakhstan
now let’s take a d-mn trip to j-pan
’cause rap game king arthur’s come to slay
anybody opposing, i’ll smoke ’em like an ashtray
motherf-ckers better learn not to disobey
’cause wall street got the temper of a recent divorcee

[verse 2: lovell]
yo
i’m destroying yo b-tch -ss, ain’t even 21
i be the savage, you be the pilots son
you don’t understand that your raps are sh-tty
you the kind of b-tch to bump to owl city
your voice is nasty, got a rusty throat?
man, i can hit the bottom of the highest note
i’m that amazing, sparkling and shiny like window glazing
n-ggas try audition for my spot, “ok, sing!”
i’m representing wall street, ya’ll see?
come beef with those f-ckers, if you tryna get at me
and then you realize, “where the f-ck my b-tch be?”
she be sucking on my wall meat, underneath the wall sheets
yo, i’m the kinda b-st-rd not asking for no raise
as soon as i enter the building i get praise
from my n-ggas, debley, versace, geo
i be dodging all the bullets in the streets, call me neo
you f-ckers really tryna at me? unbelievable
you’re the kinda n-ggas are so easily deceivable
i’m not a n-z-, contrast to some belief
but i’m a chief, and i ain’t talking about my boy keef

[verse 3: yung davon]
imagine a world without a gf, that’s a world a n-gga live in
you can find me in my room or you can find me in the kitchen
cookin’ doge potion sauce i swear that’s how a n-gga livin’
sell it on the block to all the junkies and the children
13 for a gram i swear i’m making all these funds
and then i got the rubber band the adderall up in my gum
addy boy that’s for life and you bet it’s something special
hit the doge on ya b-tch she said you’re not on my level
i got a minion in my pants, a million rubber bands
bettin’ i’m sweatin’ that you can never see these hands
bettin’ i’m flexin’ that you can never reach these bands
n-ggas be testin’ i got the heat up in the pants
uhhhh
bet i’m off the goop too
f-ck it, steal your post and your f-cking b-tch too
i’m tryna do the most i ain’t see no issue
and the days are few, tryna grind it to the grit too

[verse 4: val dewar]
i’ma save this song
bailouts motherf-cker it won’t take that long
just long enough for me to take the thong
off of ya shorties arm
’cause she don’t use underwear
(at least not down there) haha!
man women are one of many things we ain’t patient with
just like cash if she not tryna get it then she gotta split
time is money, anything goes against both? that’s it
’cause in this land of suits and ties we can always buy t-ts
we got bread for c0ke don’t we? p-ss the brown and white
whole grain or not it’s inside me tonight
along with any ol’ drug you can mix with sprite
and a dyk-? or two, they’ll take ya green
but more importantly, you’ll take they self esteem
all the money comes around in our economy
listen here it’s wall street, wall street
we pay the politicians
so they don’t say nothing that’s gone start sedition
it’s wall street, wall street
two loaves of bread
how much ya house worth to the numbers in my head
geo? he asked for thirty two lines
i don’t got no boss so i did ’em myself
i had e, h, pins, and the white
and a couple roxies, i was feeling right
so, i figured it’s time to write the sickest lines with the weakest rhymes
from the wicca wicca time, yo that’s all mine
from the salt to the gold mines
from the back till it’s go time
i own all i want
and the firm got my back so i’ll never get caught
ugh!

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