Letra de Limousine - The Front Bottoms / GDP

I'm like a seven layer cake with it

When I spit that vagrant shit

Take your bitch

You like smokers cough?

Who your favorite is

And Timbs laser cut

Crispy like they kettle cooked

They asked me if I'm getting money

I don't know, I never looked

But go for dolo, cause it's lonely at the top

And season chickens like adobo

Got some coco for the flock

Fuck the popo, I'm a cop

Asked my mom to use her car again

Make this music now in case

I never starve again

Pardon friend, evil thoughts from tarnished hearts amened

Write them down is not to harbor them

Can we start again?

Dope song is a song about dope

And all your people strung out it feel wrong to go home

I spit that wild shit, It's all that I know

All of you broke and still trying to get on

You're 40 years old

And tell your mans stop gnawing that rope thought he should know

I'm "Hit dog" Mo Vaughn when talking to hoes

Probably ask you what your interest are

Who you be with?

I like a motivated broad who could keep a secret

Twenty-seven inch zenith

Lonely in a limousine with three chicks

Fuck it

In a limousine with three chicks

Lonely in a limousine with three chicks

In a limousine with three chicks

Lonely in a limousine with three chicks

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