CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Scarface
Suss looks in a blacked out Honda
False statements made by fake men
And still I preach while they ponder
Point blank when I count to ten
And build mine up and then I wonder
Oh gosh this ud is so gorgeous
Real important
Straight imported
Inflate the market
My goons are lawless
And hedonistic
My thoughts are greedy
So overwhelming
I cut the murder
And feed the needy
I plant the seeds and make a 4 pack easy
Flashback to green acre days
Down in the flats
Where the ummays worry bout bills
Dad did OT ever since '86
I gotta rake that dosh for the till
Bro saw the wrong path
Didn’t last long
Till the cops came ringing out bail
Now i make change
Liverpool ways
Conquer estates when i come for the throne
No games like (ching)
Some of these gronks gone soft
I just gotta clean that up
Take the trash out and dump it
I’m like Lara Gilly with the sunburn
Straight sixes, straight bouncers
Straight beamers, take ya hair off like Liman
Take your shoes off like Kurtley
Early, do you dirty like chapel
Leave you baffled and lost in a state of mind
I make change for the toss (still greasy)
Still chasing tails on the daily
This road is a nuisance evading the cops
This red and blue in my rear view
Spend my days rearranging the crop
Late on the job, mostly
Without the bud, I get no sleep
Suss looks in a blacked out Honda
False statements made by fake men
And still I preach while they ponder
Point blank when I count to ten
And build mine up and then I wonder
Oh gosh this ud is so gorgeous
Real important
Straight imported
Inflate the market
My goons are lawless
False statements made by fake men
And still I preach while they ponder
Point blank when I count to ten
And build mine up and then I wonder
Oh gosh this ud is so gorgeous
Real important
Straight imported
Inflate the market
My goons are lawless
And hedonistic
My thoughts are greedy
So overwhelming
I cut the murder
And feed the needy
I plant the seeds and make a 4 pack easy
Flashback to green acre days
Down in the flats
Where the ummays worry bout bills
Dad did OT ever since '86
I gotta rake that dosh for the till
Bro saw the wrong path
Didn’t last long
Till the cops came ringing out bail
Now i make change
Liverpool ways
Conquer estates when i come for the throne
No games like (ching)
Some of these gronks gone soft
I just gotta clean that up
Take the trash out and dump it
I’m like Lara Gilly with the sunburn
Straight sixes, straight bouncers
Straight beamers, take ya hair off like Liman
Take your shoes off like Kurtley
Early, do you dirty like chapel
Leave you baffled and lost in a state of mind
I make change for the toss (still greasy)
Still chasing tails on the daily
This road is a nuisance evading the cops
This red and blue in my rear view
Spend my days rearranging the crop
Late on the job, mostly
Without the bud, I get no sleep
Suss looks in a blacked out Honda
False statements made by fake men
And still I preach while they ponder
Point blank when I count to ten
And build mine up and then I wonder
Oh gosh this ud is so gorgeous
Real important
Straight imported
Inflate the market
My goons are lawless
