Extra Ordinary
Listen up, yo, yo
You could put some extra on that ordinary
I don't have a lot to say in the commentaries
But she got class with a little touch
So why not ask if she like a drop
You could put some extra on that ordinary
I don't have a lot to say in the commentaries
But she got class with a little touch
So why not ask if she like a drop
Summer vibes rolling in my whip, turn me up
I don't have a lot to wear when it's spicy hot
Ate nothing but an egg fried ricy wok
Now I'm filling up the glass with some icy rocks
And I don't have a thing for your pricy clocks
But I slip into my slides in my Nike socks
Whole team smoke hash in a quiet spot but
I don't wanna hang, if you don't have a job
And I know it's been a while since my last letter
But I remember birthdays like a calendar
Now I never see the rain now its far better
Now I never miss a plane and forgot the pressure
Never stressed, no, ever well dressed
Ray ban and my camo alligator vest
And I don't have news, I just talk a lot
Am I ever gonna stop? Likely not
You could put some extra on that ordinary
I don't have a lot to say in the commentaries
But she got class with a little touch
So why not ask if she like a drop
You could put some extra on that ordinary
I don't have a lot to say in the commentaries
But she got class with a little touch
So why not ask if she like a drop
She call me daddy in the sheets, daddy in the streets
Travel all the way, from Italy to Greece
Travel all the way, just to eat a piece
And then I'm only nice for three weeks, she say
You don't pet a dog from the dinner table
Gotta keep a dog nice, strong, thin and stable
What they all say, just a little hashish
So I gave that girl a hand with her taxes
And you don't see fast car ads on TV
Cause watching TV, won't buy you a Lamborghini
And we don't play drums, keep it melee
While Americans die over a fucking cheesy
And it's thirty degrees, sunny may weather
Corner bodega, doing 12 rounds like Mayweather
It's a small town, so I say hey neighbour
Wanna take a hit from the jay, player?
You could put some extra on that ordinary
I don't have a lot to say in the commentaries
But she got class with a little touch
So why not ask if she like a drop
You could put some extra on that ordinary
I don't have a lot to say in the commentaries
But she got class with a little touch
So why not ask if she like a drop
You could put some extra on that ordinary
I don't have a lot to say in the commentaries
But she got class with a little touch
So why not ask if she like a drop
You could put some extra on that ordinary
I don't have a lot to say in the commentaries
But she got class with a little touch
So why not ask if she like a drop
Summer vibes rolling in my whip, turn me up
I don't have a lot to wear when it's spicy hot
Ate nothing but an egg fried ricy wok
Now I'm filling up the glass with some icy rocks
And I don't have a thing for your pricy clocks
But I slip into my slides in my Nike socks
Whole team smoke hash in a quiet spot but
I don't wanna hang, if you don't have a job
And I know it's been a while since my last letter
But I remember birthdays like a calendar
Now I never see the rain now its far better
Now I never miss a plane and forgot the pressure
Never stressed, no, ever well dressed
Ray ban and my camo alligator vest
And I don't have news, I just talk a lot
Am I ever gonna stop? Likely not
You could put some extra on that ordinary
I don't have a lot to say in the commentaries
But she got class with a little touch
So why not ask if she like a drop
You could put some extra on that ordinary
I don't have a lot to say in the commentaries
But she got class with a little touch
So why not ask if she like a drop
She call me daddy in the sheets, daddy in the streets
Travel all the way, from Italy to Greece
Travel all the way, just to eat a piece
And then I'm only nice for three weeks, she say
You don't pet a dog from the dinner table
Gotta keep a dog nice, strong, thin and stable
What they all say, just a little hashish
So I gave that girl a hand with her taxes
And you don't see fast car ads on TV
Cause watching TV, won't buy you a Lamborghini
And we don't play drums, keep it melee
While Americans die over a fucking cheesy
And it's thirty degrees, sunny may weather
Corner bodega, doing 12 rounds like Mayweather
It's a small town, so I say hey neighbour
Wanna take a hit from the jay, player?
You could put some extra on that ordinary
I don't have a lot to say in the commentaries
But she got class with a little touch
So why not ask if she like a drop
You could put some extra on that ordinary
I don't have a lot to say in the commentaries
But she got class with a little touch
So why not ask if she like a drop
Credits
Writer(s): Ole Zimmermann
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