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The Books (feat. Oschino Vasquez) Video (MV)




Performed By: Oliver Rothstein
Featuring: Oschino Vasquez
Language: English
Length: 3:32
Written by: Micall Parknsun




Oliver Rothstein - The Books (feat. Oschino Vasquez) Lyrics




[ Featuring Oschino Vasquez ]

Momma use tell me "son you betta learn to cook"
If they don't got ya paper, gotta put em on the books
If I take to the water, you gon turn into a flipper
Half of oz of butta, he gon chase it with the dipper

He gon catch his flow
I'm gon get this dough

He gon catch his flow
I'm gon get this dough

My phone do the pussy, off traps I can live comfortable
Out the trenches to the loft, start calling me mr vestibule
My bitch bad but she puts pills in the water, she's Clarie huxtable
Told her babe be careful, cuz every pill out is pressable
I Took the scale digital, it's fine details in the decimals
My youngin want to drill, I swear the youth is so impressionable
He missed a couple meals, what you gone do when the hungry stressin you
Caught a headshot from a red tip , it turn him into a vegetable
Shit can happen when you trappin over cabbage
When a button turns a pistol into fully automatic
Sent 50 thru windshield he died before the glass shattered
The Fiend said he smoking the grease untill the glass shadders
For days I was f*cked up and poor, all my clothes tattered
Now Kill shit while I'm wearing designer, I'm the mad hatter
Nigga try to imitate god I feel flattered
When Niggas try to imitate god I feel flattered

Momma use tell me "son you betta learn to cook"
If they don't got ya paper, gotta put em on the books
If I take to the water, you gon turn into a flipper
Half of oz of butta, he gon chase it with the dipper

He gon catch his flow
I'm gon get this dough

He gon catch his flow
I'm gon get this dough

I got the cK in the trunk
The Four pound in the console
Stevie wonder, I could push these keys wit my eyes
The dope block, the weed block, they both jumpin like sky zone
They say time is of the essence, so I went and got the watch froze
Getting chicken like roscoes
Back to back Tahoes
I'm on the road to riches, I'm swerving to dip these pot holes
Will I die? Only god knows
Wake up in different time zones
When you married to the streets, you got no time for no different side hoes
The more success, the more you see me less
I'm running through these OxyContins nigga, like CVS
VVs stones shine HD like ya TV set
Bosses handle pressure well you'll never see me sweat
Getting dollars, I'm a scholar
In the Bahamas wearing Prada
In the kitchen cooking fish, I ain't talking bout piranha
Mac 11 call it Maxine
Giving shots like the vaccine
Fully loaded Beamer i7 come with the flat screen

Momma use tell me "son you betta learn to cook"
If they don't got ya paper, gotta put em on the books
If I take to the water, you gon turn into a flipper
Half of oz of butta, he gon chase it with the dipper

He gon catch his flow
I'm gon get this dough

He gon catch his flow
I'm gon get this dough
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Momma use tell me "son you betta learn to cook"
If they don't got ya paper, gotta put em on the books
If I take to the water, you gon turn into a flipper
Half of oz of butta, he gon chase it with the dipper

He gon catch his flow
I'm gon get this dough

He gon catch his flow
I'm gon get this dough

My phone do the pussy, off traps I can live comfortable
Out the trenches to the loft, start calling me mr vestibule
My bitch bad but she puts pills in the water, she's Clarie huxtable
Told her babe be careful, cuz every pill out is pressable
I Took the scale digital, it's fine details in the decimals
My youngin want to drill, I swear the youth is so impressionable
He missed a couple meals, what you gone do when the hungry stressin you
Caught a headshot from a red tip , it turn him into a vegetable
Shit can happen when you trappin over cabbage
When a button turns a pistol into fully automatic
Sent 50 thru windshield he died before the glass shattered
The Fiend said he smoking the grease untill the glass shadders
For days I was f*cked up and poor, all my clothes tattered
Now Kill shit while I'm wearing designer, I'm the mad hatter
Nigga try to imitate god I feel flattered
When Niggas try to imitate god I feel flattered

Momma use tell me "son you betta learn to cook"
If they don't got ya paper, gotta put em on the books
If I take to the water, you gon turn into a flipper
Half of oz of butta, he gon chase it with the dipper

He gon catch his flow
I'm gon get this dough

He gon catch his flow
I'm gon get this dough

I got the cK in the trunk
The Four pound in the console
Stevie wonder, I could push these keys wit my eyes
The dope block, the weed block, they both jumpin like sky zone
They say time is of the essence, so I went and got the watch froze
Getting chicken like roscoes
Back to back Tahoes
I'm on the road to riches, I'm swerving to dip these pot holes
Will I die? Only god knows
Wake up in different time zones
When you married to the streets, you got no time for no different side hoes
The more success, the more you see me less
I'm running through these OxyContins nigga, like CVS
VVs stones shine HD like ya TV set
Bosses handle pressure well you'll never see me sweat
Getting dollars, I'm a scholar
In the Bahamas wearing Prada
In the kitchen cooking fish, I ain't talking bout piranha
Mac 11 call it Maxine
Giving shots like the vaccine
Fully loaded Beamer i7 come with the flat screen

Momma use tell me "son you betta learn to cook"
If they don't got ya paper, gotta put em on the books
If I take to the water, you gon turn into a flipper
Half of oz of butta, he gon chase it with the dipper

He gon catch his flow
I'm gon get this dough

He gon catch his flow
I'm gon get this dough
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Micall Parknsun
Copyright: Lyrics © KILLPHONIC


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