Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 850 Music (Morimoto Drug Transactions), artist - Retch. Album song Polo Sporting Goods, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fastmoney
Song language: English
850 Music (Morimoto Drug Transactions) |
Hopped out of the fucking S550 into the 850 |
Admire my transition, bitch |
In search of answers, the stone is missing, stakes is rising |
No silver lining on the horizon, the sun is blinding |
Cap of the mountain, it was covered in snow |
Ain’t smoked the weed cause he was toting the dro, fuck that |
Down in the foyer, paranoia is what I suffer off the marijuana |
I’m looking like I’m fresh up out the sauna |
Jumped in the wave pool, '11 Jordans they was grey cool |
The bay stool is where I ate food |
Unbelievable is what I turn into achievable |
The elevator need a key to move |
Her name was Sandra, had two kids, two baby fathers |
I bang her pussy on the desk, caress the breast |
Effervescent when I step out of the villa stunting |
The leather jacket dog butter like a English muffin |
Dissembled the guard, breached the fort, now I’m at large |
Crashed the speed boat my uncle was pissed |
Guzzled a fifth, toss the bottle, knock out a fish |
Had her mouth to my dick and the wheel slipped out of my hand |
Pardon me fam, don’t brag, but I’m living sumptuous |
The arm candy so voluptuous, it’s Porter |
I swear to god I look Egyptian in the Jeep |
With a three year conviction in the seat |
Courtside, Pistons vs the Heat |
My hair slicked back like I’m Pat Riley |
I’m like the Howard drumline with the black Tommy |
Plastic money from down under |
Butternut squash ravioli, sage brown butter |
Big Body make the pounds stutter |
Two inches off the ground hovering a beamer |
Like Bobby Browns mother |
Come and fuck with your man, dog |
Serve dimes the size of hand balls, rocking sandles |
Then hit Scandals, throw a Benz in the air |
Then walk out, do donuts in front the whorehouse |
All I want is raw mouth, please don’t stain up the lord’s couch |
The Grand Marnier pours out |
Don’t make me have to bring the sword out |