Thomas Gilyard - Eleanor lyrics

rate me

Feat. Blaq Boi

I swerve, then it hit the curve

Sitting low, I ain’t flexing too hard

Tryina pull up on a hoe

Yeah I’m old school, kung fu joe with a bad bitch

Just like this track, this caprice is a classic

Pussy magnet, got damot drop 1987 same year’s ...

Recktop with that stash box

And I ride around town like the price is on dash drop

Smoking on that cash crop

Cooler than cudi, don’t bite the hand that feeds you

My presentation is feature, I do this in my leisure

As I ride, gripping wood in a plank

Where it ain’t no telling I might fuck around and pull a plank

Tell her, and she gonna do whatever I tell her

Shawty fine as a wine cellar

You niggas whack but the hell of it

They hating but I’m on my own shit

Like the veterans

Ok, my whip cream, taking my jeans and riding Sunday

Guts clean, 6 lean back, for the funplay

Plus I’m riding hard times too

What chucks and deuces pay these hoes no attention

But yet that don’t stop them from choosing

I’m poured up, remi, just ice, just like that

Mud touch burning, the sour and kush with windows cracked

And I’m feeling amazing, riding dolo so I drop the top

To let the rays in, while plotting on my days in

Somebody daughter in trouble you left it ...

And most these hoes are like most of you niggas music, sucking

And that ain’t no secret, shit

All I had to do is pull up to pull up with your bitch nigga

But you can keep her

What you though hoe... we keep them on the team

Just for our personal benefit, huh?