Cherub Satori - Prime lyrics

rate me

Ten bands in the duffle bag, that’s a good investment

If life’s a cellphone call, I got good connections

Choked out in this session, flexing for my section

I can teach you a couple things but I’m not the one you should be testing

‘Cause my day ones start whiling out

All the capers and felons will bring the violence out

‘Cause then they bring the police with them sirens out

Real niggas gonna bring nothing but silence out

Told my mom I gotta get this cheese

She begged the Lord I wouldn’t be in these streets

Overheard one night on a her knees

I’m a hustle,plus a nigga got steez

Let me combine that, go rewind that

Your girl got a fat ass and I’m behind that

Wanna buy a pack? yes I tax

This Trill-wakee, this ain’t Chi-raq

Nigga here’s like a movie, no Imax

Like ta toddler with Legos I stack

I snatched this girl, lost blowing loud

What’s that?

Nigga, that’s a highjack

Blue Lemon in this bitch, two women in this bitch

I’m searching, stroking, riding, boating, swimming in this bitch

I threw a band in this bitch, my fist suspended in this bitch

That loud will calm me down, man, is it in ritalin in this bitch?

The whole team got the scheme just to get this cheddar

I’m spitting sweet 16s like the Quence-etta

Niggas in the mill sitting around, talking shit

Say we don’t deserve our buzz, you lucky we don’t chalk your shit

Straight pop shit, hawk your shit, and stalk yo clique

Ru up on your bitch ass and off you quick

Round here it happens often, bitch

I’m holding this over your head until it’s time

A young even ain’t even in his prime

B right up in this hoe

Blowing on that pickle-o

Hotter than a bendigo

Had it turnt up ‘fore we hit the do

B rightup in this hoe

Blowing on that pickle-o

Hotter than a bendigo

Had her turnt up ‘fore we hit the do

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