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words2liveby - el cousteau lyrics

[intro: el cousteau]
yeah
oh, my f*cking god
yeah
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
uh, whoa
(cocá in there, makin’ beats and sh*t)

[verse 1: el cousteau]
i get some p*ssy when the head ain’t enough
i’m always falling in love with the watch
took both of my b*tches to dinner today
i’ll send the address if you feeling a way
got no respect for the b*tch, no patience with her
driving the benz, i be smoking the smoke
we gon’ rob us a n*gga, he ain’t did that before
[?] she a pretty ass ho
she be fixing her hair in the mirror on her phone
i be talking, might put out the feds in the jungle
[?] pageant flow
my hands on the 5 and my 9 on the road
don’t let your girl get beside you, bro
we ran a red, b*tch, in highs and homes
i be f*cking the b*tch, i be pimping the ho
sh*t got [?] so i tightened the rope
she my morning, my mind in the scale, white boy
i bought the coupe and i spin it right over
it’s hollis’ fault if i had to put on the b*tch
b*tch ass n*gga gon’ die for the permit
i been [?] where it’s unsolved murders
i take a b*tch and i show her her purpose
i’m selling fly when i wish while you working
got a line in virgina for choppers and percocets
whoa, for sure sh*t
i violate pocket and crucifix
when a thot call me, i’m like “who is this?”
i’m with rockstar n*ggas and benjamins
if i get really mad, dawg, i might k!ll a man
i’m in san francisco on that mini van
ten thousand dollars on business plans
i’m making task force out the sprinter van
whoa
okay
[verse 2: earl sweatshirt]
fine chocolate, sh*t like godiva
cut off my dog, he step outta line
chlorophyll water and ashwagandha
some of these feelings is hard to describe
put on some weight, now i feel like a lineman
i’m in the bay like a raider or 9er
i broke the cookie, the fortune was fire
i’m not okay, but i’m gon’ be all right
burberry zip*up run me three thousand
never seen no sh*t like this in your life
8 ball sunk in the side pocket
couldn’t lose, i put the spin on the white
456, felt the itch in my palm
they think i loaded the sh*t out the dice
big face benji, the wizard of oz
heart of the lion, you missing some stripes

ain’t look at the wristw*tch, still knew the time
it’s raining missiles out of the sky
i took the torch and**
i take the torch, make the temperature rise
give you the real sh*t until i expire
the milk done been spilled, b*tch * why is you crying?

- el cousteau lyrics

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