Lyrical Almanacs
Baby I spray with the truth
Sprinkle some green in the soup
You better gimme the juice
Pouring it out for the views
Might have a need to abuse
Money and music the truth
Lying to make you my muse
Fuck up a bag gimme loot
Fuck the bag I take all of that and spread Lyrical Almanacs
Ease the pain, Novocaine, ride the wave with no chance on who to blame
I hear a story, gimme worry from a sorry man split with no agenda
Take the truth and feel the pain, grain of salt please, no not the splenda
Cause sugar and spice
Fill up the shawty
Who's fucking with I
Yeah you a cutie
But get in the line
Man a don dada
Take more than ya life
Cause purple pain, lose your brain
Swim away no escape
Drowning deep overstay
Hold your breath say my name
Gucci drapes on my frame
Make you stay amazed
Got all these rings
Not talking fingers
I'm winning like mamba
Question the hustle
While you riding Honda
Moving with grace while
I sprinkle and samba
Dance on em
Dance on em
Dance on em
Dance on em
Hit a two step and I'm moving in
Got all these rackies
I'm throwing in
Speak on my brothers
I'm laying him
YD and Vy
They be spitting hymns
Don't you confuse up the color with feelings
cuz mandem be stacking the dollars till ceilings
Mulah on Mulah on Mulah on Mulah
Rupees on Dollars on Euros in commas
Pistol is clicking with ammo from Shiva
Bass it be booming like Robin with Quiver
Speaking so sexy Jhene on Sativa
Doing the business like Ye on Adidas
Healing the people who drowning abuse
Losing our mental to spread out the fumes
Sitting on thrones that be covered in gold
No one can top us ww demons from old
You do not know we cheque out the door
You do not know, you do not know
Baby I spray with the truth
Sprinkle some green in the soup
You better gimme the juice
Pouring it out for the views
Might have a need to abuse
Money and music the truth
Lying to make you my muse
Fuck up a bag gimme loot
Matter of fact
Why don't you count it again
Who don't account for the ends
Business is booming, hello
Six tons for the write off in the Benzo
Who the one running this shit from the east to the west?
(Me)
Who the one running this shit from the west to east?
(Me)
Who the one running this shit from the coast to the coast?
(We)
Who the one playing this shit on repeat on repeat?
(Please)
Sprinkle some green in the soup
You better gimme the juice
Pouring it out for the views
Might have a need to abuse
Money and music the truth
Lying to make you my muse
Fuck up a bag gimme loot
Fuck the bag I take all of that and spread Lyrical Almanacs
Ease the pain, Novocaine, ride the wave with no chance on who to blame
I hear a story, gimme worry from a sorry man split with no agenda
Take the truth and feel the pain, grain of salt please, no not the splenda
Cause sugar and spice
Fill up the shawty
Who's fucking with I
Yeah you a cutie
But get in the line
Man a don dada
Take more than ya life
Cause purple pain, lose your brain
Swim away no escape
Drowning deep overstay
Hold your breath say my name
Gucci drapes on my frame
Make you stay amazed
Got all these rings
Not talking fingers
I'm winning like mamba
Question the hustle
While you riding Honda
Moving with grace while
I sprinkle and samba
Dance on em
Dance on em
Dance on em
Dance on em
Hit a two step and I'm moving in
Got all these rackies
I'm throwing in
Speak on my brothers
I'm laying him
YD and Vy
They be spitting hymns
Don't you confuse up the color with feelings
cuz mandem be stacking the dollars till ceilings
Mulah on Mulah on Mulah on Mulah
Rupees on Dollars on Euros in commas
Pistol is clicking with ammo from Shiva
Bass it be booming like Robin with Quiver
Speaking so sexy Jhene on Sativa
Doing the business like Ye on Adidas
Healing the people who drowning abuse
Losing our mental to spread out the fumes
Sitting on thrones that be covered in gold
No one can top us ww demons from old
You do not know we cheque out the door
You do not know, you do not know
Baby I spray with the truth
Sprinkle some green in the soup
You better gimme the juice
Pouring it out for the views
Might have a need to abuse
Money and music the truth
Lying to make you my muse
Fuck up a bag gimme loot
Matter of fact
Why don't you count it again
Who don't account for the ends
Business is booming, hello
Six tons for the write off in the Benzo
Who the one running this shit from the east to the west?
(Me)
Who the one running this shit from the west to east?
(Me)
Who the one running this shit from the coast to the coast?
(We)
Who the one playing this shit on repeat on repeat?
(Please)
Credits
Writer(s): Aman Yadav
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