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ffiirree - radamiz, icecoldbishop & sadhugold lyrics

[verse 1: radamiz]
wine from demascus, bass fish and bolognese
shadow self wants to be the protégé
scrambled like a bowl of eggs
wide body taxing, take up all the lanes
greet me with open legs, skip attractions to hall of fame
the people around me’s stories are my trophies
the no*gun shogun spoke enough for atonement
we know what’s up
mob through your area code causing hysteria
merrier on the mediterranean
my mind causes hammerstеin, schooling the padawan
after hours drinks behind art gallеries pasttimes
able and cain are the same person, just two sides
murder your ideal self and eternally die
get your own mickie d collab, you burger, you fried
charge your laptops, dry boards, come learn from the god
everything i learned, i learned it from god, circa bed*stuy
service industry courtesy slide on you
my homie is a crip
and knows the law better than, barnes & cellino wrote this on an open terrace
scaredy cats that never learn to fish try to steal my sh*t
once you have enough life experience you feel my sh*t
witness spontaneous nirvana once you hear my sh*t
van gogh chopping his ear this how his screaming went
to vent we make fresh air, bent in some fresh gear
alec gonna make sure the checks clear ‘fore we get there
who knows how long this momentum gon’ last me?
seize the day and stack the caesar salad
you’re either born with the magic or you learn to attract it
lost my paradise like milton, chasing after scholastic
floss extravagant, christ consciousness entrapped in my new era
daily attack ways to do better, do better, do better, do better, do better, do better
[verse 2: icecoldbishop]
look, look
look, look
i chin check sh*t, i been reckless
i don’t give, one f*ck unless its to my b*tch to make our next kid
the money hand*me down i’m finna pass it to my next kid (on mamas)
i’m banging on the rim like desmond and i’m hanging too (on mamas)
brodie bout to troop off to the corner and i’m hanging too
look! “the johnnies pulling up, ok don’t make a move
or try to run or get shot in yo back because they hate us too”
my uncle ***** and then they made us move
i’m temperamental
my mind in different places, my brain is on the move
cause i be ready stomp a n*gga out whenever the lakers lose
yes it’s true, b*tch, you a hater and a traitor too
and the only time i’m round some traitor n*ggas is at trader foods
young n*gga with drive but still i make sure all my maters move
the other kind can come and meet the bottom of my gator shoes
i feel like pinky with this pink on, drink on
f*ck around might have to throw my mink on
he on, primetime deon
1990’s leon (what), $20,000 for this love seat i put my feet on
brand new ride i call the bro to put the beat on
pull up to the park pull out the grill and put some meat on
off a couple drinks, ok now i’m a mess
bougie n*gga, my first thought was d*mn we shoulda brought the chef
hit the mall to cop the jeans
my pocket change: she got the rest
this what it sound like if bishop squash the beef wit radames
this what it sound like if ron artest woulda socked a ref
this what it sound like when you hopping off the pj wearing prada sweats

- radamiz icecoldbishop sadhugold lyrics

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