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termanology - kaleidoscope lyrics

[intro: termanology]
narco, wash money like i wash clothes
speedin’ in the bronco
yo
yeah
yeah
yeah
yo

[verse 1: termanology]
we the real life narcos
even the dope got a bar code
i wash money like i wash clothes
speedin’ in the bronco
green in the fanto
i’m from the state of hate, police raid your place
they don’t wanna see you shine like bathing apes
the gun reign supreme
blood spatter their shirt like a miskeen
had a baby with a fiend
too wavy off the lean
then my digital scale know what i mean
too much weight then your scale’ll lean
man, this is the american dream
i’m different, more disciplined, hope you listenin’
still slingin’ water and the christenin’
they miserable, that’s why they wanna belittle you
even in the bible, the righteous ones were ridiculed
still kinda hopin’ that the sky’s open
my eyes open like my mind’s open
i put a half e in the basketball
pure raw, no cut or inositol
put the burner to his face, no mask at all
just gave him sign like, ‘b-tch, p-ss it off’
i move the product slow but i get it poppin’ though
b-tch, i make a lotta dough
cocaine kaleidoscope

[chorus: termanology]
the raw, the raw
co-cocaine kaleidoscope
the raw, the raw
i got a cocaine kaleidoscope
the raw, the raw
cocaine kaleidoscope
the raw-the raw
i see the world through my cocaine kaleidoscope
the raw, the raw
co-cocaine kaleidoscope
the raw, the raw
i got a cocaine kaleidoscope
the raw, the raw
cocaine kaleidoscope
the raw-the raw
i see the world through my cocaine kaleidoscope

[verse 2: tek]
hey, yo, man, let your bullsh-t walk
while my money talk and the forty-forty spark
i know the custom, upper face, hustle at my own pace
i weigh the c0ke by the eighths
you know it come in different colors
white, brown, tan, b-tter
we cook it up with the moët
give the fiends a double hit
b-tches tell me i’m the sh-t
uh, i tell ’em call me by my first name
because the dice hit your feet don’t mean you in the game (no), no
every better grant it better (grant it better)
mother f-cker, better get your sh-t together
uh, homie, where your dough at?
ace to a deuce, y’all better pray you don’t throw that
quick to catch a body, i got the semi in a hemi
n-ggas quick to catch a body, flee back to trini’

[verse 3: steele]
jyeah, contraband in the carry-on
my n-gga vagabonds on that barry bonds
juicers for life like the ghost
livin’ off experience, hammer stay close
montana had the hood bananas, thugs lived glamorous
phones bugged, hand-to-hand caught on cameras
ride the iron stallion matched with the battalion
caught slippin’, runnin’ now’ll get slashed for that medallion
catch a case, a couple thousand make a k!llin’
that’s a l on the jacket, murder raps and racketeerin’
yeah, the god’s bars g*nius
c0ke on the soul train, don cornelius
pablo ran to medellin, money in the cleaners
carlito tried to leave the game but the streets need us
od, intravenous, son got a lot of dope
every rhyme a line of broke
cocaine kaleidoscope

[outro]
raw-raw-raw-raw

- termanology lyrics

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