Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Palmolive, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Date of issue: 27.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Palmolive |
| It's gon' speak for us |
| It should speak for itself, you know what I mean? |
| Kane season |
| Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah) |
| Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah) |
| Repping the fin, I pledge allegiance, undefeated |
| Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the evils |
| Hot pots, spoons, and needles (Yeah) |
| Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh) |
| Serving every prom queen and pookie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen) |
| Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah) |
| Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh) |
| Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah) |
| Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up) |
| Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah) |
| A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes) |
| It's Mr. Clean, Pine-Sol, all Palmolive (Yeah) |
| These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt) |
| In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper |
| 2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded |
| Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us |
| We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah) |
| Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah) |
| I disrespect his name and he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga) |
| Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah) |
| Choppin' up this block white top in some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh) |
| Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted |
| Boy, I was getting away with murder before Denzel fucked Viola |
| Gangsta Kane |
| Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga |
| Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga |
| But the broke hoes, they coming for your money, nigga |
| Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga |
| Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga |
| Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga |
| But the broke hoes, they coming for your money, nigga |
| Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga |
| Look, real bars are the ill bars |
| These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods |
| My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs |
| What I did to door panels on them Windstars |
| Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates |
| It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate |
| Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate |
| We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date |
| The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches |
| The serial number don't match the gift boxes |
| The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe |
| The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh) |
| Way more chemical than political |
| PTSD from what I weighed on the digital |
| It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual |
| Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal |
| I took a risk, I took a brick |
| Took a road trip to a Motel 6 |
| Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit |
| Ride coattails, then he really want that lit |
| Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga |
| Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga? |
| Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga |
| Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh |
| Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga |
| Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga |
| But the broke hoes, they coming for your money, nigga |
| Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga |
| Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga |
| Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga |
| But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga |
| Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga |
| I know a guy in my neighborhood |
| He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife |
| They had all day to go to bed |
| Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em |
| Next morning, his friend went down to the jail |
| He said, "Fred, don't take it so hard" |
| He said, "It could have been worse" |
| He said, "What you mean, it could have been worse?" |
| He said, "Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?" |
| He said, "Yeah, baby. It could have been worse." |
| He said, "What you mean?" |
| He said, "Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too" |