Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Patina, artist - The PuristDate of issue: 15.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Patina |
| Groans from the cellar- my a cappella |
| My bitch a wild cat, only i could pet her |
| Pocket full of cheddar, popular sweater, popped the sheriff |
| Its all about buyers and sellers, condominiums with high ceilings |
| Proud villains |
| Blowing lines out in Venice, my grill got grimace, this shit is business |
| Niggas' pretenders |
| I rock in linen with sinners, flip the slippers |
| I do ya misses something malicious its sacrilegious |
| Sport the tux like daddy warbucks, got a horses' nuts |
| This shit is real, it’s more than us just talking tough |
| Im talking that stuff |
| That stuff that’s sure to get you tossed up |
| Torched up, long gun |
| That 21 right in there cumbersome |
| And when im done back in the cummerbund |
| Pull out the hummer when the summers done |
| Im summoned this is death of the becoming |
| But reoccurring |
| Nigga ya g ain’t even current |
| Im blowing european currant |
| You’ll be encouraged |
| These are gifts of being coloured |
| In your own inequity you’re being punished |
| Only relate to results im putting faith in the cult |
| Escape with snake on the cloak, my taste for dope is like a scapegoat |
| Break the note, able to fold |
| Dis my nigga’s soul |
| Shake his soul |
| Its taken its toll |
| I wrote this taking a stroll |
| A couple shakers on the payroll, jays rolled |
| Range rove, the split is suede raincoat |
| Hop out the rover like a stagecoach |
| Like one of jesse james folks |
| 12 shots by my physical equator |
| Thats two six shooters |
| Niggas wanna do me like jesus and judas |
| Ma fucka |