Kahali Oden - 80 Proof Diaries lyrics

rate me

The proof is 80, my vision still vivid

Never begged for the limelight or envy them niggas Henny

New kicks and flyest women cost, cost a few commas

Bitches playing with your mind like a good offer

Offer, she won’t, she won’t let you on it

But you get ready, next year is the next nigga

And she quick to pull the trigger, the ghost in a ghost that was copped by a clipper

Bathed a Laker for some paper and a condo out in Venice

The beach nigga, talk money or talk to the hand

She laughing to the bank, toes playing in sand

A BMW bunny, Armani angel, Dior denim, Manolo pumps, water diamond, earing dangle

I’m watching from the bleaches, heating my breeze up, sipping my Long Island Ice Teaser

My love please her, my chick is loyal, my baby’s good

I treat her royal, you damn right they’re fucking spoiled

I double shot, that’s triple trouble

Seeing my first couple of stacks that made me triple my hustle

And that was ’99, nigga, I’m doing fine

You do the math, I never follow the Mets on road on a pine

Call my own shots, I don’t trust no ball kinder

Real shit, look in my eyes, you see the pain this caused, nigga?

That’s hard life, this hard liquor, that fast money, get me a quick tipper

Them long nights when the cold bites and fast women

Pipe poking out my sweats and my shows, no fucks given

Sucking on her breasts, releasing stress on that punami

Magnum latex, I wrap it up like a Punjabi, kahali

Mister I don’t give a fuck if rappers fuck with me

All I need is a bat and some ice cold bubbly

I stack a hundred, watch me double these numbers

Do the Harlem Shake with my face in the double Ds

Please, please come get some

My mind numb, think I wrote that verse on Jamaican rum

Peace to the earners and the everyday learners

Keep your head up if you locked down to the marijuana burners

Floating in a bono on wheels, Mercedes’ German

Real women with stamina, put your hands up

All my dogs bark, that’s what I’m talking about

Respect, this an art and I’m playing my fucking part

No detail and this ain’t acting, without this talk, glass will calm down

Molly active instead of maxing, would’ve stick that Billy maxim

Brown eye, brunette with big lips and her ass is massive

Stag nigga in Los Angeles with Colombian dancers

This a recipe for disaster

My pop’s a pastor, my moms love church, this might work

But her brother hate Africans, somebody gonna get hurt

We make love real passionate, we might make it back

You see, that’s another reason to celebrate, fuck it, let’s get faded

This Cabo wabo is amazing, it’s amazing

I need another drink, though