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Left Lane Didon
Left Lane Didon
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Jlvsn
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Robert Ramsaroop-Graham
John Robert Ramsaroop-Graham
Songwriter

Lyrics

Wanna be with you
On Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I cherish the moment verily verily
Bury me with reefer and roses, yo
The 20s, this era is golden, compare me to no one
My chair in mid-air homes', you buried and quoted
Apparently noted, yo I'm O'Shea made with boiled water
In other words, clearly I'm frozen
I push the limits, I was in the penalty box
It took a minute, my destiny's recipe cooked the spinach
So I'm true to myself, hell ain't tyre, 'less in the backseat
When I say it's two and a belt, chill still
I'm getting DMs from Stephanie Mills
Janet Jackie snapped me, no cap G, it's that deep
I'm tax free, addressing my soldiers like "At ease"
I'm flaxseed, the newest branch on the rap tree
Don't ask me, I'm less involved
You make the list, imma check it off
String around the pole, it ain't Tetherball
I'm saying, I ain't stunting y'all
C'mon fam
Shit crazy, fuck outta here ****
Yo, peep
Immobiliare, get the money
That's well known
Immobiliare, get the money
That's well known
Immobiliare, get the money
That's well known
Shit (Immobiliare)
Immobiliare, get the money
That's well known, son
It's FLAiR
Ayo, the god Wes Craven the Mic, Jay is nice
I'm in this space like I'm in the best shape of my life
I play with white, associate the weight with the price
I walk in a hostile situation breaking the ice
Aight, peep, we 330° deep
Seeking beef that we don't like, I'm Chief Keef with the street sweep
Up all night, who needs sleep when life's like a dream?
NiCE SUPREME got dime freaks in the Jeep, beep beep
Me and the Don gifted, LeBron spirit
In this game, man I'm more of a Mack than John Mickens
Stop tripping, got the pot bubbling
Hot grits but it's not for biscuits, it's **** on the block that got shifts
Clock's ticking, yo let the homies through
We in the VIP, the chosen few but you ain't even sociable
You lost points choosing the phoney crew, youse a disposable
Can't blame nobody else, the proof is only you (Sucker)
Immobiliare, get the money
That's well known
Immobiliare, get the money
That's well known
Immobiliare, get the money
That's well known
Shit
C'mon man, you know why **** don't fuck with you, my **** (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya)
You look in the mirror and stare at yourself man
I bet a tear'll slowly, slowly form (We the waviest)
Coming down your bitch ass cheek, ****
Word to Max, we the waviest
Where the blunt at? (Immobiliare)
Written by: John Robert Ramsaroop-Graham
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