Nigerian Email [Explicit]
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โฑ๏ธ 3:36 duration
๐ ID: 28392265
๐ Lyrics
The truth already set sail, I'm looking for reasonable doubt
The check's in the mail and I promise not to cum in your mouth
I was born during a drought, I was born into a house
Divided against itself, I was born into the mouth of wealth
Amidst poverty, dad died, they gave me his stuff
I put a couple more notches in the belt, play the hand you dealt
DC on melt, teeth poppin' 98 knockin' "Release Yo Delf" at HU Meridian
Bush weed got me feeling like a kid again, Traffic Island Gilligan
D.W.B, accept the pat down, second class citizen
No need for the sugarcoatin, you see
Any brothers on the moon? I got you open
Scott Norwood with the shank, you get cut
And ganked, gaffle leaking from the pokin'
Big bank take lil' bank, Zimbabwean dollars
What I'm holding, so I'll take that now, thanks
Sunny Abacha, the boy golden, face bloated, wrist frozen
When he wave from outdated Soviet tank
Don't be frontin' like you don't know him
Buried in fatigues, Soulja Slim
I C-Murder in a Crimson Tide, George Teague
The Overlook Hotel is where I always been
Your frame of reference is Brick Squad, mine is Poppa Large
Big shot on the East Coast, ain't what it used to be but I'll take it
I don't boast, cowardly threat, flow makeshift
Hey, mama, I finally made it
No lie, son jumped out the third story window when we got raided
My feet never left the floor, I'm on that James Naismith
Soft-spoken, unabrasive
Politely ask whitey to loosen the bracelets
Cuba Gooding his way out of central booking
Hot date, I do the cooking
Turns out she stay up in the Bronx, I'm
In Brooklyn, that commute ain't appealing
Best not forget your earrings, summer heat searing
She's dressed for it so of course the streets alluring
My skin crawling, stomach turning at Bill
Bellamy cornballs honking and swerving
She hardly seemed to notice, focused like bourbon, neat
I break up trees on your fourth generation imitation Premier Beats
That's definitely not the flavor
And trust me, you not doing the '90s no favors
Louis XIV in a clean glass piece, slow motion Lee Majors
Theme music to stolen credit card movements
They caught the most etherous of vapors
White suburb, black neighbor, I'm high like Black Mayor
River City ransom but the hoe don't need no savior
Sheesh, this hashish got me repeating myself
I'm gonna go get the papers
Get the papers
The check's in the mail and I promise not to cum in your mouth
I was born during a drought, I was born into a house
Divided against itself, I was born into the mouth of wealth
Amidst poverty, dad died, they gave me his stuff
I put a couple more notches in the belt, play the hand you dealt
DC on melt, teeth poppin' 98 knockin' "Release Yo Delf" at HU Meridian
Bush weed got me feeling like a kid again, Traffic Island Gilligan
D.W.B, accept the pat down, second class citizen
No need for the sugarcoatin, you see
Any brothers on the moon? I got you open
Scott Norwood with the shank, you get cut
And ganked, gaffle leaking from the pokin'
Big bank take lil' bank, Zimbabwean dollars
What I'm holding, so I'll take that now, thanks
Sunny Abacha, the boy golden, face bloated, wrist frozen
When he wave from outdated Soviet tank
Don't be frontin' like you don't know him
Buried in fatigues, Soulja Slim
I C-Murder in a Crimson Tide, George Teague
The Overlook Hotel is where I always been
Your frame of reference is Brick Squad, mine is Poppa Large
Big shot on the East Coast, ain't what it used to be but I'll take it
I don't boast, cowardly threat, flow makeshift
Hey, mama, I finally made it
No lie, son jumped out the third story window when we got raided
My feet never left the floor, I'm on that James Naismith
Soft-spoken, unabrasive
Politely ask whitey to loosen the bracelets
Cuba Gooding his way out of central booking
Hot date, I do the cooking
Turns out she stay up in the Bronx, I'm
In Brooklyn, that commute ain't appealing
Best not forget your earrings, summer heat searing
She's dressed for it so of course the streets alluring
My skin crawling, stomach turning at Bill
Bellamy cornballs honking and swerving
She hardly seemed to notice, focused like bourbon, neat
I break up trees on your fourth generation imitation Premier Beats
That's definitely not the flavor
And trust me, you not doing the '90s no favors
Louis XIV in a clean glass piece, slow motion Lee Majors
Theme music to stolen credit card movements
They caught the most etherous of vapors
White suburb, black neighbor, I'm high like Black Mayor
River City ransom but the hoe don't need no savior
Sheesh, this hashish got me repeating myself
I'm gonna go get the papers
Get the papers
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:13.25] The truth already set sail, I'm looking for reasonable doubt
[00:16.34] The check's in the mail and I promise not to cum in your mouth
[00:19.59] I was born during a drought, I was born into a house
[00:22.65] Divided against itself, I was born into the mouth of wealth
[00:25.99] Amidst poverty, dad died, they gave me his stuff
[00:28.52] I put a couple more notches in the belt, play the hand you dealt
[00:31.88] DC on melt, teeth poppin' 98 knockin' "Release Yo Delf" at HU Meridian
[00:36.83] Bush weed got me feeling like a kid again, Traffic Island Gilligan
[00:40.58] D.W.B, accept the pat down, second class citizen
[00:43.85] No need for the sugarcoatin, you see
[00:45.83] Any brothers on the moon? I got you open
[00:48.27] Scott Norwood with the shank, you get cut
[00:50.07] And ganked, gaffle leaking from the pokin'
[00:52.35] Big bank take lil' bank, Zimbabwean dollars
[00:54.76] What I'm holding, so I'll take that now, thanks
[00:57.26] Sunny Abacha, the boy golden, face bloated, wrist frozen
[01:00.65] When he wave from outdated Soviet tank
[01:02.76] Don't be frontin' like you don't know him
[01:04.82] Buried in fatigues, Soulja Slim
[01:06.99] I C-Murder in a Crimson Tide, George Teague
[01:09.53] The Overlook Hotel is where I always been
[01:13.95]
[02:13.25] Your frame of reference is Brick Squad, mine is Poppa Large
[02:16.54] Big shot on the East Coast, ain't what it used to be but I'll take it
[02:20.28] I don't boast, cowardly threat, flow makeshift
[02:22.83] Hey, mama, I finally made it
[02:24.82] No lie, son jumped out the third story window when we got raided
[02:28.34] My feet never left the floor, I'm on that James Naismith
[02:31.41] Soft-spoken, unabrasive
[02:33.19] Politely ask whitey to loosen the bracelets
[02:35.77] Cuba Gooding his way out of central booking
[02:37.92] Hot date, I do the cooking
[02:39.53] Turns out she stay up in the Bronx, I'm
[02:41.42] In Brooklyn, that commute ain't appealing
[02:43.61] Best not forget your earrings, summer heat searing
[02:46.29] She's dressed for it so of course the streets alluring
[02:48.71] My skin crawling, stomach turning at Bill
[02:50.83] Bellamy cornballs honking and swerving
[02:53.27] She hardly seemed to notice, focused like bourbon, neat
[02:56.45] I break up trees on your fourth generation imitation Premier Beats
[03:00.12] That's definitely not the flavor
[03:02.12] And trust me, you not doing the '90s no favors
[03:05.38] Louis XIV in a clean glass piece, slow motion Lee Majors
[03:09.09] Theme music to stolen credit card movements
[03:11.30] They caught the most etherous of vapors
[03:13.53] White suburb, black neighbor, I'm high like Black Mayor
[03:16.86] River City ransom but the hoe don't need no savior
[03:19.96] Sheesh, this hashish got me repeating myself
[03:22.29] I'm gonna go get the papers
[03:23.82] Get the papers
[03:36.14]
[00:16.34] The check's in the mail and I promise not to cum in your mouth
[00:19.59] I was born during a drought, I was born into a house
[00:22.65] Divided against itself, I was born into the mouth of wealth
[00:25.99] Amidst poverty, dad died, they gave me his stuff
[00:28.52] I put a couple more notches in the belt, play the hand you dealt
[00:31.88] DC on melt, teeth poppin' 98 knockin' "Release Yo Delf" at HU Meridian
[00:36.83] Bush weed got me feeling like a kid again, Traffic Island Gilligan
[00:40.58] D.W.B, accept the pat down, second class citizen
[00:43.85] No need for the sugarcoatin, you see
[00:45.83] Any brothers on the moon? I got you open
[00:48.27] Scott Norwood with the shank, you get cut
[00:50.07] And ganked, gaffle leaking from the pokin'
[00:52.35] Big bank take lil' bank, Zimbabwean dollars
[00:54.76] What I'm holding, so I'll take that now, thanks
[00:57.26] Sunny Abacha, the boy golden, face bloated, wrist frozen
[01:00.65] When he wave from outdated Soviet tank
[01:02.76] Don't be frontin' like you don't know him
[01:04.82] Buried in fatigues, Soulja Slim
[01:06.99] I C-Murder in a Crimson Tide, George Teague
[01:09.53] The Overlook Hotel is where I always been
[01:13.95]
[02:13.25] Your frame of reference is Brick Squad, mine is Poppa Large
[02:16.54] Big shot on the East Coast, ain't what it used to be but I'll take it
[02:20.28] I don't boast, cowardly threat, flow makeshift
[02:22.83] Hey, mama, I finally made it
[02:24.82] No lie, son jumped out the third story window when we got raided
[02:28.34] My feet never left the floor, I'm on that James Naismith
[02:31.41] Soft-spoken, unabrasive
[02:33.19] Politely ask whitey to loosen the bracelets
[02:35.77] Cuba Gooding his way out of central booking
[02:37.92] Hot date, I do the cooking
[02:39.53] Turns out she stay up in the Bronx, I'm
[02:41.42] In Brooklyn, that commute ain't appealing
[02:43.61] Best not forget your earrings, summer heat searing
[02:46.29] She's dressed for it so of course the streets alluring
[02:48.71] My skin crawling, stomach turning at Bill
[02:50.83] Bellamy cornballs honking and swerving
[02:53.27] She hardly seemed to notice, focused like bourbon, neat
[02:56.45] I break up trees on your fourth generation imitation Premier Beats
[03:00.12] That's definitely not the flavor
[03:02.12] And trust me, you not doing the '90s no favors
[03:05.38] Louis XIV in a clean glass piece, slow motion Lee Majors
[03:09.09] Theme music to stolen credit card movements
[03:11.30] They caught the most etherous of vapors
[03:13.53] White suburb, black neighbor, I'm high like Black Mayor
[03:16.86] River City ransom but the hoe don't need no savior
[03:19.96] Sheesh, this hashish got me repeating myself
[03:22.29] I'm gonna go get the papers
[03:23.82] Get the papers
[03:36.14]