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lirik lagu lava lamp – stove god cook$

[chorus]
i always had rich n*gga 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*gga dreams
my young boy got the tec with the beam
melt it ’till the pot turn lava lamp
hundred thousand stuffed in my pradas

[verse 1]
my dawg just came home from a tough bid (he did)
i’m like, “f*ck 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*ggas that jumped ship i said, “suck d*ck”
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*gga, 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*gga, the birds came in boxes, n*gga
you gon’ need to stand on a bird back to box me, n*gga
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*tch, i’m rich porter mixed with pete rock (b*tch, 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

[verse 2]
i got that next dimension ki for real (i do)
you say my name, you better be for real
you owe me, produce something better be pharrell
pretty*ass twins, i think i’m f*ckin bey for real
my immigrant baby
her daddy deported for yay, i wanna meet him
she like, “cooks, you crazy!” (cooks, you crazy)
she knew if she take me, i’ll make this sh*t feel like the 80’s again (woo)
i’m going crazy again (woo)
back to back to back the mercedes again
i just bust a check open, they ready to pay me again (woo)
label couldn’t play me once, how they gon play me again? (how)
i told my shooter if the n*gga live, then spray him again (brrrrt)
i’m egyptian in the kitchen building pyramids (building pyramids)
gucci rain boots for this muddy ass sierra mist
i brought some dead broke n*ggas back to life (i did)
i can make the blind see the flashing lights (woo)
57 fit in the sonata if you pack it right
i’m making future plans like, “f*ck we doing afterlife?” (f*ck we doing afterlife?)
i got it on my back like the passion of christ (back like the passion of christ)
yeah

- stove god cook

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