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the upperclass men - ecossais (scotch) lyrics

[verse 1: maverick hd]
mic check 1, 2, 3, i’m mike jack, a b c
so off the wall, shin0bi this my game, i’m kobe
my pen game is ball point my ball game is game point
i jump, shoot, and score, game over, round of applause
and i’m like yes, as i ash out my cigar
i might p-ss out, this go hard throw my top hat on the wall
so we met, i don’t recall – leave your name & your number
i promise, i promise, i promise i’ll never call
cause i got mine already, anytime i call she ready
yours is soap box, my chevy, and if yours bad, mine deadly
uh, diamondback, caddilac man we on a stroll
it’s the wolf pack, jet black, lookin kinda cold
coal make diamonds, look at this, priceless
you scrounging for the scr-ps, uppercl-ss eat like lions
ball so hard try to find me where the sirens
find me somewhere where the sun match the climate

chorus
drinking scotch, with my gl-ss half full
maybe neat or on the rocks, feet up, no socks
just watch
as the sun kiss the gl-ss rim
looking at a bad thing
that you only see in magazines
ah!
so smooth to the taste
as i grab her by the waist
and kiss her on her face like
muah!
and kiss her on her face like
muah!
and kiss her on her face like

[verse 2: mr. harris]

my purpose purposely perfect
in public publicly punish you
pulverize punching powers
proposition properly punctured
pistol p-ss on your presence
my presence presents a present
purchase proper protection
pursuit of providing problems
im acustommed to victimizing
legally legalizing
my lions roar in alliance
you lallygag and you lying
you undefined my appliance
you trailed through triumph and triumphed
its nothing but a reflection
dissecting seconds injected
subconscious dreams departed my direction
painted art of extraction
so excuse my inception
bunsen burner i’m hot
i’m giving it all i got
celebration let’s take a shot
chivas regal on deck while i’m drinking scotch

[verse 3: maverick hd & mr. harris]
god,oh lord please help me
spiritually distracted by the rich and the wealthy
d-mn i wreak of success all the haters can you smell me
not american gangsters we gone blow up like that shelby
ah!
the u.c.m. honor roll
heart is a brick of ice, body language north pole
cooked up a batch of testaments, put it all in your bowl
fate don’t have hands so you’ll never know what the future holds
pardon me i’m just different…..
pardon me i’m just different…..
you n-ggas are quaker oats
your b-tchin’ forever instant
cut from a different cloth mr. harris keeping his distance
living in sin forever, the dawn’s on the horizon
keep my feet on solid ground, but it’s too late, i’m flying
see the bottom of the gl-ss is like looking through my soul
and by the time i put down, i already lost
control…

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