george dickley - conceptthehashtronaut lyrics
(chorus * concept)
i just took the cork out the bottle of the d*ckley
if my b*tch hit me, she could get the d*ck swiftly
if it ain’t bout money, my n*gga you could miss me
your whole team trash, use that sh*t as a frisbee
(verse 1 * concept)
i’m blacker than a pigme
you always been a pick me
i make my girl squirt and then i switch sheets
i had beef once, and that was minced meat?
i’m only 5’8, my d*ck 10 feet
she said let me see, don’t tempt me
i came up from nothing, now my ends meet
the streets taught me that life ain’t sweet
i passed every test and i ain’t cheat
so it’s back to the top i go
hot ass bеat with a cold ass flow
burn to hash every time i smokе
she cum real fast when i find my stroke
i got cash, had to find my dough
i was sad, had to find my glow
now we gettin’ the paper and making the moves
they riding the wave, i’m taking a cruise
spending that money and making it back
burnin a zip and i call it a sack
hittin the gym, i be running the laps
lungs feeling good when i’m taking a dab
jump in the water and i’m making a splash
just smoked a quarter, it’s making me crash
known to black out with a pen and a pad
these n*ggas be faking, it’s making me mad
(chorus * concept)
i just took the cork out the bottle of the d*ckley
if my b*tch hit me, she could get the d*ck swiftly
if it ain’t bout money, my n*gga you could miss me
your whole team trash, use that sh*t as a frisbee
(verse 2 * hunter dollars)
lay down the vocals then we fire up a swisher
concept at the boards, there’s a gun by the mixer
i’m painting you a picture but i’m no van gogh
just a dirty motherf*cker from san antone
who love to get blown, who love to get faded
got a whole ton of dough cause my hoe’s been baking
they need to quit playing, talking down on my name
you got dreams, i got dollars, we are not the same
see, i don’t wear no chains, i don’t wear no ties
i don’t hit no traffic on i*35
playing drake while i drive, playing bunny for my baddie
i’m crazy like my momma and i’m stuntin like my daddy
they only wanna at me when they got a bill to pay
they f*cking up my money like they think it’s sara jay
till i go away, man i won’t stop swinging
i’m hunter dollars and the paper keeps printing
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