Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oprah's Limo , by - Life. Release date: 11.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oprah's Limo |
| If you’re the kinda girl to keep me up late |
| Then being early can wait |
| When I think of you I think of my fate |
| I’m like a date away from sealing it |
| Big hole in my heart you’ve been healing it |
| I think its real when I’m dreaming it |
| In Oprah’s limo, butter cream leather |
| Just a little… |
| I blow whales out the water |
| You just hit the wave & ripple |
| I’m too official to scribble it down |
| My mental notes get around |
| I’m sound but the volume on low |
| I’m on you lets go! |
| I’m slow like a cripple |
| Me & you in a pickle |
| Anything you fancy, I tickle |
| I trickle down the side of your cheek |
| I’m on your line every week |
| We speak barely, nearly rarely |
| Me in my feelings, it’s really scary |
| And after all that I’ve seen |
| N*ggas couldn’t see a quarter in dreams |
| My gratitude on the lean & it seems… |
| I get this feeling you real |
| I always been crazy bout you & I’m diggin' you still |
| My will, for every line |
| It’s every time |
| We’re never soul, we never mind |
| The girl she shines, so divine & so sublime |
| Look a little closer you’ll find… |
| She’s mine, with every rhyme |
| Every rhyme I write… |
| It’s 25 to life |
| Realize suckers |
| (Limo, Oprah’s limo) |
| For every rhyme I write… |
| It’s 25 to life |
| Better recognize |
| For every rhyme I write… |
| It’s 25 to life |
| Realize suckers |
| (Limo, Oprah’s limo) |
| For every rhyme I write… |
| It’s 25 to life |
| Better recognize |
| Baby I made it |
| You see me on telly |
| My hands on your belly |
| I smell like loud ganja & henny |
| I’m thinking I’m ready, I really ain’t |
| It’s clearly saint |
| Hit the yak 'till I nearly faint |
| And nuff gyal are too innah |
| I got this chick up in brum |
| She hit me up when she come down |
| Check me inna bimmer |
| Born sinner, still a winner |
| But I don’t think about none of that when I’m with her |
| Full moon… It’s a thriller |
| I see my neighbor pullin' out in his Jag |
| It makes a n*gga wanna get in some bags |
| I’m on this girl like a rash |
| I dash, I crash |
| I think about the sh*t when I smash |
| Cash running low, got more in the stash |
| And since I said you were mine &… |
| I’ve been lying |
| You ain’t riding |
| Left hand creepin' up ya thigh dem |
| If it ain’t me who’s on ya mind then??? |
| Wishing on a star like O’Ryan |
| I figured I was cool enough to kick it |
| You got my heart jumping something wicked |
| I follow prediction & then I flip it to the left |
| How can I stress with all this weed in my chest??? |
| Got nothing left but I’m diggin' |
| I’m diggin' you still |
| My will, for every line |
| It’s every time |
| We’re never soul, we never mind |
| The girl she shines, so divine & so sublime |
| Look a little closer you’ll find… |
| She’s mine, with every rhyme |
| Every rhyme I write… |
| It’s 25 to life |
| Realize suckers |
| (Limo, Oprah’s limo) |
| For every rhyme I write… |
| It’s 25 to life |
| Better recognize |
| For every rhyme I write… |
| It’s 25 to life |
| Realize suckers |
| (Lifey, Oprah’s limo) |
| For every rhyme I write… |
| It’s 25 to life |
| Better recognize |
| Better ask somebody… |