Testo Category 5 - Ahmad Anonimis feat. 8RO8
Testo della canzone Category 5 (Ahmad Anonimis feat. 8RO8), tratta dall'album Mnt. Snug
Oh, hey, yo, hey
Oh, hey, yo, hey
Yo, hey, yo, hey, yo
I don't speak a lick of Spanish but
I know that I deserve some pesos, hey
Barely even speakin' English
I be speakin' money nigga bingo
Chippin' like a box of Pringles
Got my mama pickin' up some Ingles, hey
We be eatin' diggin' Italian and Filipino
Let me go ahead begin
30 seconds in got a spark on microwave
Still fresher than a man
I be in the mid and I'm minglin' with pay
These ain't just sounds, bitch, this art, where the fuck the gallery?
I can sprinkle in a little bit of green and gold when I up the salary
Don't ask me, don't ask me where these hatin' niggas been
Think I need them, sadly I get locked in
Just like my head gettin' FB
The flow in category 5, this hurricane the tragedy
Sick and tired of niggas thinkin' that they lookin' over bruh
I be standin' on my shit like Tom Cruise with Oprah
I cannot abandon ship you hear me floatin' on it bruh
Let me take you to some places that you never been before
Been before like déjà-vu, blow me off like who you talkin' to?
I'm lightly steppin' on the track and feelin' out my balance, and I'm on the roof
Talk now, baby, hold the truth
Keep my chakras loose like baby tooth
She pick me 'cause I'm feelin' sweet, never beat Hawaiian sun, I got the juice, ooh
Yes, countin' up Romans, be chronic, honest
I couldn't fumble even if I wanted
Duck on you niggas like some ice out the Sonics
My baby wrapped around curls like a bonnet, bomb it
Yellow shottin' it like she got Johnny's
Couldn't eat pussy, I had to haram it
Ahmad is jokin' for real
I don't speak, I don't speak a lick of Spanish
But I know that I deserve some pesos, hey
Barely even speakin' English, I be speakin' money nigga bingo
Shippin' like a box of Pringles, got my mama pickin' up some Ingles, hey
We be eatin' diggin' Italian and Filipino
When I say we twirlin' with two eyes nigga 'cause it's all about me
I been playin' mind games all them week now P close your eyes what you gon' see
See I can make reality like everything you own stop
Snife away, try for me, in the mirror, won't hurt
I think real life shit in life these niggas thinkin' mini skirt
I've reappeared, I'm out the Martian marchin' up the hemisphere
I'm on my snuck so gimme gear
It must be chilly here, feel zero Gs
Mighty UAP, why you a fold
I'm out here gettin' green (yeah)
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Writer(s): Myron Deval Armstrong, Jordon Ahmad Dowdley, Aquarius Jay
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