Andrew Kelley - Harbor Masters lyrics

rate me

Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right?

Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights

Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched out

On stage with the gauge, flash the tech like Clint East'

Polo drawers, valor headband, Genova convertible couch

In the back, with the two nightstands

I'm the man, nigger, when I come through, dressing rooms

Had the goose ready, renting cream and a bag of shrooms

And a nice suite, room service every five minutes, I need a foot massage

Tell the masseuse, she can't do it for me, do it for God

I got the mix CD on pause with all DeBarge

Oil me up, please, my nuts, read me a story

Tuck me in, something like the seeds'll say

Pass me the cold fresh squeezed OJ, I got five hundred

Under my pillow, after I'm done, do my DJ

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Cause of that, I'mma rock the show tonight

The Twat Team, gon' get those hoes tonight

That's Theodore shit, if you in your whip

Two step, you slipped, get your whole crew wet

Stand like the Eiffel, move spiteful

Sport the Nike shoe, nice with the mic since high school

Fuck who like who, fend to not, nigger, triteful

Plot cycles, to get dough, it's so delightful

Criminal IQ's, spiral convo's with the sky view

This is what I do, pioneer, my peeps Power Rule

Fuck Yacub, I'm factual, true and living

Polo polobos with the true religion, no superstition

This beat is sorta proof to listen, and hear the real

So you New Jack niggas kneel, sit it still

Lick a fifth, get your piff and chill, fix your grill

It's ill, seen the game vanish in air

From DeLores to the glamourest gear, show and prove

How I move, you know hammers is near, never fool

Appear rude, though my manners is there, get it straight

Say my grace, before stuffing my face

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Fuck the radio, the corners respect, Soldier I

I'mma about to get fly, like I'm boarding a jet

Watch your mouth, little homey, I demolish your rep

I'm like Mohamed Atta, when I'm bombing the set

Bottom line, you got a problem with Deck, I'm like the police gun, son

A nigger name pop in the 'jects

Hate in your blood, green eyes, watching my step

I'm all money like the Pres, no stopping the rest

This is Stones and grown man poking his chest

Play hero watch the K blow a hole in your vest

Why I flow like I know I'm the best, because I'm spitting the piff

Half of ya'll dudes rolling with stress

Y'all don't see me, son, you know the address

10304 block work, first homey, show me the checks

Hood crooks living over the edge, Ghost saying nah

That's a good look, focus, respect, yup

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