Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oprah, artist - Rob Sonic. Album song Defriender, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SKYPIMPS
Song language: English
Oprah |
Now you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |
Tickets for the gun show, late for the fight |
Get in with the cutthroat, make with the nice |
Take in the sights as you aim at the floor |
Sleep with one eye open and away from the door |
Now that you’ve curved third finger on the bell |
Death out of oil and some poisons to sell |
Boil down his tears from the years that he spent |
Hearing ghosts and the omens slowly cheers-ing his death |
The clock major dollar holler bad girl party hat |
Dante nirvana’s on a flat world army tat |
with the starter coat |
Hunter down the the starburst into artichoke |
funky bunch, glass eye, fish food |
Domicile, Gomer Pyle, Joker smile, chip tooth |
Rip roof, drop top, foxy brown, locker meat |
pay the man or Abraham’s |
Tried to find a better way, but now I just don’t give a fuck |
Inside I’m dead as zen and outside I’m the villain’s dunce |
Filling up his tank, got the blankets in the Jennifer |
on his roof top, and the anglers for the wrestlers |
Messengers bloodied up, guppy hunt, carol fish |
Money tree, fire fox, China shop, Marilyn |
Derelict, satellite schools for the wasted youth |
Fibers turn to tigers and incisors into sabertooths |
Now you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |
Teacher once told him that the camels and graft |
Wasn’t much different from the handful’s of crack |
In the sandals and sash from his pumas and skips |
In the waitress from the famous but a few months of tips |
Momma once told him there’d be days where he wishes he |
Hadn’t left the bed or took his breakfast to Tiffany |
wins it all, but always holds the butter wrong |
And in between the 9 to 5 he idolize the somersault |
Rounded up from nothing and got overdrawn |
Peppercorn bop like he spastic or its live action Techeun Force |
Begging for his space, but got issues when he separate |
Money from the love and the gators from the Everglades |
Never make dough off the music that he started on |
But everything that he read is some pretty shit, Barbara Zon |
daily to prevailing get it ruined by |
Rappers that say they don’t rapping Cadillac’s with suicide |
Doors on the low ride, home fry, rough him up |
Olly olly oxygen |
It is dark, hell is warm, also where the children go |
To practice how to catfish on the graphics with the silicone |
Million ways for you to choose whichever way you wanna go |
More racks on the door cracks or a Rorschach with a rubber hose |
Summer clothes, packed up, safe keep, snorkel time |
From where we keep creating it and basing with them porcupines |
Now you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |
And you get a car |