Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lo Horsemen , by - Smoke DZA. Song from the album Rugby Thompson, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.06.2012
Record label: Cinematic, High Times
Song language: English
Lo Horsemen |
| Thirstin Howl the III |
| Polo reeking |
| My double L’s always been tatted on my heart, it’s evident |
| I represent the evolution, so evolve or dissolve, it’s what it is right now. |
| NYM Lo |
| Hello to all, LO it all |
| LO the hat, shirt, pants, LO the drawers |
| LO the socks then LO the boots |
| It’s horses in the V too, I guess you say we LO’d the coupe |
| VROOM! |
| I’m a horseman for real my nigga |
| I cops out like I made a deal my nigga |
| Know three things, I am vet and I am fresh |
| So when you see a nigga draped in all L, know that I am next |
| You never get that, just sit back |
| You know when I’m in denim supply, niggas feelin' so alive |
| Or at the crap table making bets on Black Label |
| RLX and double RL too, matter of fact |
| We the RL cartel crew and I’m heavy with the animals, barbell zoo |
| They don’t call me NYM Lo for nothing |
| Do you see a nigga stuntin' |
| Causin' mayhem in my Lauren as I George Kush the button |
| Yeah, one L, still means nothin' without the other |
| The double L |
| Dipped like a mannequin from seven deuce and Madison |
| Snow beachin heavy classic, items known for matchin' them |
| My outfits speak so loud that one could interact with 'em |
| So say I’m dressed to kill, see niggas even clap for them |
| Clap for what these polo items that I got |
| It’s no mystery, it’s history, East Brooklyn lick a shot (blaow!) |
| Rep two Ls, drop jew-els, rep 2 Ls |
| And shine like the jewels I drop in shirts that’s hot, uh |
| Graphic prints, US mints, lo silk |
| Keep it under the tints, picture me rollin' |
| Pockets probably swolen, plus I’m possibly holdin' |
| Fuck bronze and silver, dog, my dress code is golden. |
| What? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Hey yo, the team is official, son |
| We got some double L athletes |
| Right, it’s the Horsemen |
| Ric, Arn, Ole and Tully |
| Little horse on my skully, all the hood rats love me |
| Like Lo sweat suits, one time for my nephew |
| Light a nine gram bomber for my little nigga Delli (rest in peace) |
| Sip some Riesling, been lowed up since my feet swing |
| And my p wing like it’s a G thing |
| Two Ls nigga, we in the house, Rugby, decent amount |
| Denim bought to you by Rachel and Ralph |
| Shit we be on it, bullshit don’t wanna speak on it |
| Smellin' like that green bottle with the three on it |
| Make bitches wanna get next to you, smokin' on that extraterrestrial |
| Watch wear, oyster perpetual nigga |
| Turn the lights out |
| Polo sport jerseys when it’s nice out |
| Three series with the transparent top (where'd it go?) |
| Lo to the socks, what’s the hatin' about? |
| Got nothin' else to say, OG, take 'em out |
| Let them hate, Smoke |
| Everything they hate, they bitches love, know what I mean? |
| They never knew how to understand why niggas is so fly |
| Lo Life forever |
| My Ls is my wings |
| Like I said before, I ain’t fly no more |
| I’m skydiving status |
| Throw me off the plane, that’s how Lo Lifes do |
| From the eighty eight greats |
| To the rest in peace to the lates |
| From now and then |
| Always, to the end |
| Cause we are the beginning once again |
| L for life, L for life |
| My Ls for life |