Malebranche
$carecrow, $carecrow! ('bout it, yuh, yuh)
I be ridin' with a couple sluts who like cocaine laced in their blunts
Like cocaine blown in they butt, stack them up, and then I fuck
Hit up Navi, where the addy?
Poppin' them Xans got me swervin' the Caddy
Wrecking the valley, creepin' the alley
Just got a phone call, said, "I'm flying to Cali!"
Hit the show and bust it down, new kings of the underground
Pills, I keep on chewin' down
Got me feelin' like I'm motherfuckin' Jesus now
Hold up, shawty, fuck your party
Only sippin' lean, tell her, "keep all that Bacardi"
Risen out the pits of hell
In the cornfield where the $carecrow dwells
(Hustle God seen so many motherfuckin' dollars, god damn!)
504 pour up them [?] know we bump that 3 6
In Memphis, we smoke bust cigars and know we bump Three 6
Catch me I'm smokin an eighth with Oddy tag team shit [?]
I'm violent with an open mind so better hope some weed lit
I'm tossin my profit
New mortgage, I can get it
One phrase, "I'm hustlin'"
For duckets, might come and jump ya'
For nothin', I start constructin'
Nigga like me ain't never had
So a nigga like me snatch and grab
Tryna get the last laugh
Wake up and get to this cash, yes, the hustle the god read for madness
Can't be trusted if left alone what it is though, nigga
Put the fam first how it is go figure
Bet I'll get the last laugh at the end zone, nigga
Out here 'til the end like a field goal kicker
Murder on my mind, yeah bitch, I'm back just like a spine
Time and time again, I stop the clock and turn to slime
Resurrected from the ooze, you gonna lose when messin' with mine
Dressing in all black
Grey thing strapped to the back of your head
I'ma blow your mind
I know you mine, see that road closed sign?
Passed that where the ghosts grow spines
Bitch, I blow some pine
Yeah, your life you'll be handing me
Come try and damage me
Hope you know the devil runs in my family
Settle the score
It's better when you see rigor mortis
I act like a Taurus but move like a tortoise
It's probably from all the lean $lick imported
He poured us a cup when we got on the tour bus
I be ridin' with a couple sluts who like cocaine laced in their blunts
Like cocaine blown in they butt, stack them up, and then I fuck
Hit up Navi, where the addy?
Poppin' them Xans got me swervin' the Caddy
Wrecking the valley, creepin' the alley
Just got a phone call, said, "I'm flying to Cali!"
Hit the show and bust it down, new kings of the underground
Pills, I keep on chewin' down
Got me feelin' like I'm motherfuckin' Jesus now
Hold up, shawty, fuck your party
Only sippin' lean, tell her, "keep all that Bacardi"
Risen out the pits of hell
In the cornfield where the $carecrow dwells
(Hustle God seen so many motherfuckin' dollars, god damn!)
504 pour up them [?] know we bump that 3 6
In Memphis, we smoke bust cigars and know we bump Three 6
Catch me I'm smokin an eighth with Oddy tag team shit [?]
I'm violent with an open mind so better hope some weed lit
I'm tossin my profit
New mortgage, I can get it
One phrase, "I'm hustlin'"
For duckets, might come and jump ya'
For nothin', I start constructin'
Nigga like me ain't never had
So a nigga like me snatch and grab
Tryna get the last laugh
Wake up and get to this cash, yes, the hustle the god read for madness
Can't be trusted if left alone what it is though, nigga
Put the fam first how it is go figure
Bet I'll get the last laugh at the end zone, nigga
Out here 'til the end like a field goal kicker
Murder on my mind, yeah bitch, I'm back just like a spine
Time and time again, I stop the clock and turn to slime
Resurrected from the ooze, you gonna lose when messin' with mine
Dressing in all black
Grey thing strapped to the back of your head
I'ma blow your mind
I know you mine, see that road closed sign?
Passed that where the ghosts grow spines
Bitch, I blow some pine
Yeah, your life you'll be handing me
Come try and damage me
Hope you know the devil runs in my family
Settle the score
It's better when you see rigor mortis
I act like a Taurus but move like a tortoise
It's probably from all the lean $lick imported
He poured us a cup when we got on the tour bus
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