Yeah..
Type of shit that make ya lips quiver
We snort for celebration
Stack the caps, back to back
Back to black like reparations
My heart was pure as gold
When they folded, shit got achy
I heard from round the way you hatin I hope I'm mistaken
Purple soda stained my varsity blues
We gettin' money underground like the jewels
True,
My father's son
What else am I supposed to do?
But get this money,
Stuff my nose, sip my juice
My shorty's quick to take your pennies
While you blincoln' like Abe
This shit was stinkin' for days
I set my feet and I pray
I thank the Lord for all the days
He kept me out of the way
Some shit were to ever really happen
What would everyone say
You really f*cked me up with this one, gang
Since you left, can't sip the same
My girl'd be like,
I f*ckin' told you to stop doin' that shit, Jose
My moms would never ease the pain
My brother probably bleed his brain
My opps would even be like, damn
I never thought I'd see the day
I bet you half the city say some shit
Like, "damn, he really rapped"
Bitch, line for line and bar for bar
From drugs to rap, I'm really that
Vol. 1 brought feelings back
Vol. 2's no ceilings raps
Vol. 3's gone-
*gun sounds*
This Chicago
Jose Franco SSW - CANDLE MOSS Lyrics
Jose Franco SSW - CANDLE MOSS Lyrics
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English
Yeah..
Type of shit that make ya lips quiver
We snort for celebration
Stack the caps, back to back
Back to black like reparations
My heart was pure as gold
When they folded, shit got achy
I heard from round the way you hatin I hope I'm mistaken
Purple soda stained my varsity blues
We gettin' money underground like the jewels
True,
My father's son
What else am I supposed to do?
But get this money,
Stuff my nose, sip my juice
My shorty's quick to take your pennies
While you blincoln' like Abe
This shit was stinkin' for days
I set my feet and I pray
I thank the Lord for all the days
He kept me out of the way
Some shit were to ever really happen
What would everyone say
You really f*cked me up with this one, gang
Since you left, can't sip the same
My girl'd be like,
I f*ckin' told you to stop doin' that shit, Jose
My moms would never ease the pain
My brother probably bleed his brain
My opps would even be like, damn
I never thought I'd see the day
I bet you half the city say some shit
Like, "damn, he really rapped"
Bitch, line for line and bar for bar
From drugs to rap, I'm really that
Vol. 1 brought feelings back
Vol. 2's no ceilings raps
Vol. 3's gone-
*gun sounds*
This Chicago
Type of shit that make ya lips quiver
We snort for celebration
Stack the caps, back to back
Back to black like reparations
My heart was pure as gold
When they folded, shit got achy
I heard from round the way you hatin I hope I'm mistaken
Purple soda stained my varsity blues
We gettin' money underground like the jewels
True,
My father's son
What else am I supposed to do?
But get this money,
Stuff my nose, sip my juice
My shorty's quick to take your pennies
While you blincoln' like Abe
This shit was stinkin' for days
I set my feet and I pray
I thank the Lord for all the days
He kept me out of the way
Some shit were to ever really happen
What would everyone say
You really f*cked me up with this one, gang
Since you left, can't sip the same
My girl'd be like,
I f*ckin' told you to stop doin' that shit, Jose
My moms would never ease the pain
My brother probably bleed his brain
My opps would even be like, damn
I never thought I'd see the day
I bet you half the city say some shit
Like, "damn, he really rapped"
Bitch, line for line and bar for bar
From drugs to rap, I'm really that
Vol. 1 brought feelings back
Vol. 2's no ceilings raps
Vol. 3's gone-
*gun sounds*
This Chicago
Writer: Jose Gonzalez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid