termanology - passport kingz lyrics
[intro: raekwon & termanology]
yo
when you gonna stop playin’ games with god?
uh huh, right
take the lord serious
back against the wall again, right?
[verse 1: raekwon]
leather gloves, god
miniature macs and snubs, god
hit piff in the gl-ss tub, god
jar full of ganja
two pyrexes rep, god
whip, cargo,the jet, god
coast of swaggin’ n-ggas
we the reason that c0ke prices dropped
i had to stop overchargin’ n-ggas
they cake cakey and be flakey
them n-ggas get trapped now
payout time’ll get you clapped down
fire escape shooters, hoodrat boosters
this is mogul rap, who got the juice, kid?
or the source, resourceful n-ggas done lost
heads knocked off, swamped you, yeah, they slept in a porsche
ain’t tryna’ be no tough guy, not no bluff guy
i’m just a rub guy, the f-ckin’ slug fly
and this is all for the paper, baby
silverbacks who stay max and lay the gravy
[chorus: termanology]
p-ssport kings flex all around the globe
hand, wrist, neck like a pot of gold
silk robes and minks like the o.g.s
thirty-six o-zs, baby, that’s a whole key
p-ssport kings flex all around the globe
hand, wrist, neck like a pot of gold
silk robes and minks like the o.g.s
thirty-six o-zs, baby, that’s a whole key
[verse 2: termanology]
uh, thirty-six hollow tips and a dirty blip
thirty-six diamonds in my ring knockin’ 36 chambers all in the whip while i burn the piff
thirty-six o’s i could whip, that’s a dirty brick we chop
yo, old ladies call him diablo
hunnid guns on the premises like pablo
go and throw it in the pot, watch the rock flow
we don’t praise them false gods, we praise chapo
amenities like kennedys or genovese
i’ll merrily drink the blood of my enemies
like grenadine, my recipe is from medellín
louis xv, respectfully, i’m a better king
chillin’ with salt and starin’ at these hideous sculptures
on my arm, see the prettiest vultures
thousand dollar bullets with etched names
now my connect changed
so much white look like the x-games
[chorus: termanology]
p-ssport kings flex all around the globe
hand, wrist, neck like a pot of gold
silk robes and minks like the o.g.s
thirty-six o-zs, baby, that’s a whole key
p-ssport kings flex all around the globe
hand, wrist, neck like a pot of gold
silk robes and minks like the o.g.s
thirty-six o-zs, baby, that’s a whole key
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