sbn3 - ecko quiksilver lyrics
this aguileran cake got the batter thrown
weekdays got me weaker with a madder tone
sat-rday sadder though, feelin’ ho-rs- with my saddle on
got the jack skelling’ hoodie so you know that i rattle bones
but no metal in my face, she got metal on her waist
and a felony her case, we ‘on settle that in days
that boy f-cked around got his body blown
pop him like a ollie go, rockin’ all that adio
pulley down the jury when i pull up
judge me and you full up, watch him put the tool up
boy you just a tulip, better get your gouda
rosie o’donnell denim logo when i suit up
starbury sharp so my shoe cut
pentium cowboy, slow-mo my boot up
you f-ckin’ with the new tough, ain’t even seen my crew up
logo on my sh-t know that i got i got i got i got
body lookin’ cold, blue is on my rolls
see that ecko quiksilver on my clothes
actin’ like it ain’t from burlington but she knows
call her god cause she testin’ me on all she wrote
body lookin’ cold, blue is on my rolls
see that ecko quiksilver on my clothes
actin’ like it ain’t from burlington but she knows
call her god cause she testin’ me on all she wrote
all of my dough low so gettin’ that polo
clearin’ the rack, gettin’ it back, gettin’ it solo
gas card and i pay, savin’ the sh-t on the way
credit rewards all day, sh-ll station i played
get that dvd player, you better pay up
cd walkman on my way up, puka sh-ll necklace they all know
shark tooth on me, lacin’ 2’s on me
run at midnight, call it toonami
on that soul sh-t they call me so souless
i get to throwin’ the solace, i’m feelin’ coldy devoted
i’m sippin’ sodas with voters, i told ya you ain’t control this
he can’t afford a new focus so look to no one and tote this
never let a motherf-cker slow you down
actin’ like they hired but you higher when your name the sound
yeah boy you makin’ only what the boss let
my bank fatter than season 1 josh peck ay
yeah boy you makin’ only what the boss let
my bank fatter than season 1 josh peck b-tch
body lookin’ cold, blue is on my rolls
see that ecko quiksilver on my clothes
actin’ like it ain’t from burlington but she knows
call her god cause she testin’ me on all she wrote
body lookin’ cold, blue is on my rolls
see that ecko quiksilver on my clothes
actin’ like it ain’t from burlington but she knows
call her god cause she testin’ me on all she wrote
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