CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Lava Lamp
I always had rich n***a dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas
I always had rich n***a dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas
My dawg just came home from a tough bid (He did)
I’m like, “f**k it, let’s run it up again” (Let's get it)
You ain’t cut from the same thread that they sewed me up with
Tell them n***as that jumped ship I said, “Suck d**k”
Stop cappin', you know I'm with the sh*t
I was down, now I’m up 10
Don’t think I should win? Then catch up then
You gon' need 3 trays and file though (Yeah)
You gon' need 3 k’s and a vial ho
I’m in the wraith banging "Old Town Road"
My sh*t coming, n***a, hold tight though
I’m in flight mode (I'm in flight modе)
Fifty shades whipping that white hoe, еyes closed (Woo)
Bird Box, n***a, the birds came in boxes, n***a
You gon' need to stand on a bird back to box me, n***a
That’s the only way your punches gon' reach God
All we got is blue hundreds and Rolls Royce key fobs
And them overseas blocks, them Vlade Divacs
b*t*h, I’m Rich Porter mixed with Pete Rock (b*t*h, I'm Pete Rock)
King of the re-rock (Woo!)
In the kitchen so long felt like we was waiting for Detox to drop
Now that’s a long-ass time
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas
I always had rich n***a dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas
My dawg just came home from a tough bid (He did)
I’m like, “f**k it, let’s run it up again” (Let's get it)
You ain’t cut from the same thread that they sewed me up with
Tell them n***as that jumped ship I said, “Suck d**k”
Stop cappin', you know I'm with the sh*t
I was down, now I’m up 10
Don’t think I should win? Then catch up then
You gon' need 3 trays and file though (Yeah)
You gon' need 3 k’s and a vial ho
I’m in the wraith banging "Old Town Road"
My sh*t coming, n***a, hold tight though
I’m in flight mode (I'm in flight modе)
Fifty shades whipping that white hoe, еyes closed (Woo)
Bird Box, n***a, the birds came in boxes, n***a
You gon' need to stand on a bird back to box me, n***a
That’s the only way your punches gon' reach God
All we got is blue hundreds and Rolls Royce key fobs
And them overseas blocks, them Vlade Divacs
b*t*h, I’m Rich Porter mixed with Pete Rock (b*t*h, I'm Pete Rock)
King of the re-rock (Woo!)
In the kitchen so long felt like we was waiting for Detox to drop
Now that’s a long-ass time
