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skabzemortal - culdesacpatrol.. lyrics

part i : culdesac featuring blameklaus
[verse 1]

ayt, we good
look, from my corner to your alley
jeppe jules to the valley
slang spitters who slanging to youth
bonded by balleys, 325 to the lamb
to the caddy, hatchback, station wagons
my paded porsches and camry’s
munchies i got a pantry
graduate with no plan b
living life low budget producing your rap fancy
i heard the sky falling but flying still the agenda
and that clock ticking but tik+tokin’ still ain’t the measure
we vibe hustling
out here riding on luscious highs
pedal to fiend behind fruit screens
while splitting pies, fries ain’t exempt
i grub, you grub too
and i heard thе sky falling
careful who be rushing my dude
i tеll all my n+ggas “go get you gas, my n+gga”
see over here we ride to zay and e+tank my n+gga
i heard kendrick revived
but i survived it
it’s only right i drop a few jewels
it’s mr. king of diamonds
[hook: blameklaus]
it’s mr. king of diamonds
it’s mr. king of diamonds
it’s mr. king of diamonds

[song switch]

part ii : uwitme?
[verse 1]

alright i’m riding in this yota
steady days of old missing
my speakers bump, rotating old jones to be specific
no longer seeking permission
to exhibit all this potency
cause that bank balance
got no problem screaming “woe is me”
so i write this poetry
tryna get some purse off of these verses
and accelerate my new worth by the curses
a couple of urges
not a pretty dollar present for the purchase
so i be broke as f+ck
n+gga, that’s what the word is
don’t call a n+gga a wannabe
i’m a gotta+see, gotta+see into god mc
here to fulfill the prophecy, need pockets deep
me and these dudes could never compete
cause i’m the author of the youth
from south road to jules st
i leave these beats six deep
in toyotas doin’ a buck twenty
on my mind
nothing but rhymes, dimes and fetti
if we drop a few songs
we may be living the life but we the youth
and rashad got us pilling tonight
right?
[hook]
ayy, would you roll wit me?
smoke wit me?
get throwed wit me?
and when whip breakdown
on the side of the road wit me?
ayy would you roll wit me, 100 deep

ayy, would you roll wit me?
smoke wit me?
get throwed wit me?
and when whip breakdown
on the side of the road wit me?
ayy, would you roll wit me
hey, hey, ayy would you roll?

[verse 2]

alright a n+gga made it back
minute right after we stole that
screaming out “that’s my car”
hoes is asking us “can you roll that”
need a couple for the throwback
to chock on that
in the back of this pitch black y+o
hoe catch these mad fats
it’s one life, one rugged bucket
hoe is you rolling?
is you posing?
is you down to get throwed in a moment?
i’m zooted, i’m zoning
n+gga heard the birds is, patron+in
and willing to catch these mad fats
by their early morning yawnings
i’m just tryna eat, smoke good
cook good
spilling feeling by margin
but seldom live it by the book
never victim to authors fate
i guess i’m the biggest crook
she just want a fast car
i’m just tryna f+ck good
and smoke sum’
before the wheel fall off
so is you dirty road riding or exhausting my exhaust
i know my ends low and i’m working wit some indo
i’m just tryna know what poppin’
with them 10’s you call your kinfolk

[hook]
ayy, would you roll wit me?
smoke wit me?
get throwed wit me?
and when whip breakdown
on the side of the road wit me?
ayy would you roll wit me, 100 deep

ayy, would you roll wit me?
smoke wit me?
get throwed wit me?
and when whip breakdown
on the side of the road wit me?
ayy, would you roll wit me
hey, hey, ayy would you roll?

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