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adios - moschino jones lyrics

[intro]
sorry, i can’t help you
uh*uh, uh*uh, uh*uh, uh*oh
uh*oh with you

[verse 1]
the weatherman said that there’s a slight chance of rain
and it’s looking like a storm inside this rain (rain)
weed smoking stars, great beats and bars
and a middle fingers to a cop car (uh*oh)
there’s go trouble, i’ll be the villain
my lair is the penthouse, with cathedral ceilings
this my theme song, with the violins layered
i play ping pong, with these 20 pointers n*gga (swish)
buffs whiter than george bush
you n*ggas smokin’ mid this that good khalifa kush (uh)
never ride on my lonely cuz i keep a shorty
and she fresh out the shower, that barrel stay oily
my, my, my, my eyes have seen glory
the crib, big john’s creep kept me quiped’ with 3 stories

[chorus]
elevator to the top, top
having visions of my pops’ pops
look at what a n*gga did n*gga!
[interlude]
sorry i can’t help you
all the sh*t i did by myself no one helped you
i had to get it on my own man
and i don’t have no expectations for you either
so f*ck you

[verse 2]
uh, making drinks on my bartesian (on my bartestian)
said that sh*t for no reason
baller like a young alex legion
all my jets stepped
tween tween jump*shot
(this sh*t to easy i’m just having fun with this sh*t look)
uh, splurging on my b*tch, anything she want she get
and whatever she don’t spend, i’ma spend it on my wrist (wrist)
or i’ma spend it on my fit (huh?)
golden goose sneakers off the j*panese stitch (uh)
plain t*shirt, but it came from kick
now that’s some sneaky ass boujee sh*t (uh)
eating till’ my hawks, steak, eggs for years
haven’t cried in days, but my jacket denim tears

[chorus 2]
taking elevators to the top, top
having visions of my pops’ pops
look at what a n*gga did n*gga!
[interlude]
sorry i can’t help you
all the sh*t i did by myself no one helped you
no one!
uh*oh, i guess this is why i got this chip on my shoulder

[verse 3]
uh, i used to be the loneliest kid on the playground
now i’m the most popularist n*gga everybody want my sound
sippin’ chameleon juice
this that well sh*t
prayin’ for more blessings (uh)
bye, bye ,bye, [?]
momma slaving working up hours
but not for long sis
i’ma get your vacay crib, “so where you want sis?” (uh)
on my biggest boss sh*t
maybach banking, my music sitting on my raw sh*t
what can i do?
there’s nothing i can think of
adios, hope there’s no bad blood, what can i do? (what can i do)

[outro]
too bad its all over (too bad baby)
adios, with you (so long my baby, my baby, my baby)
too bad its all over (i’m gonna leave you baby, baby)
adios, with you (bye, bye, bye, bye, baby)

- moschino jones lyrics

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