Testo Early Worms Get Birds - Nicholas Craven feat. Boldy James & Double Dee
Testo della canzone Early Worms Get Birds (Nicholas Craven feat. Boldy James & Double Dee), tratta dall'album Penalty of Leadership
Children of creation (where we at?)
With this feeling in your heart (yeah)
Children of creation (what else?)
Spread love from your heart
The pop catcher, turn that A1 yola into block letters
Sky-Dweller, all my hoes red bone or they high yella
Lookin' for my gun, it's on the sink, right where I left it
Every promise I was 'posed to keep, my nigga, I kept it
5.7 tucked in my Amiris while I'm pyrexin'
Hi-techin', stompin' with the killers and the high-steppers
I7 parked in front the spig, some like tether
Broke it down in all big, half a brick of Brock Lesnar
Sanford and Son, sellin' junkyard dog to my Aunt Esther
Addams Family, I can't sell y'all uncle if it's not Fester
Long live my nigga Mach, gotta still apply pressure
Half a man slash half amazin', I'ma die a legend
Plain-Jane yachty, got all the watches with the right settings
Kept it traditional, the cakes whiter than a nice weddin'
My anniversary edition look good while I'm side bettin'
My wrist like I'm jet skiin', but my neck look like I'm ice sleddin'
Ground that nigga like punishment
Let 'em know it's a new Ferris wheel around and a bunch of sticks
Pop-Tart a nigga, switchin' teams would be jumpin' ship
Stock market magazine, aftermarket hunnid clip
Clown-ass niggas know we run this bitch
Let 'em know that it's a new pharaoh with the crown from the oven mitt
Ground that nigga like punishment
Let 'em know it's a new sheriff in the town and he runnin' shit
We shot back out the llama
Sellin' designer drugs, now everything designer
Hооk up in 30 minutes, knowin' I don't need a timer
Been thinkin' 'bout packin' it up, shootin' to Carolina
Somebody call Rocky, tell him we can share Rihanna
I'm Kobe on that road, these niggas Harold Miner
Been makin' motion pictures ever since The Mericana
A quarter mil' in prose, three keys of hero-juana
Early bird, Big Shirley just spent a pair of Pradas
Thinkin' 'bout a brick of girly every time I hear Madonna
Properly greeted every time I'm seated at the diner
If I ain't on Van Dyke, then I'm prolly somewhere on Conner
Can hear my mama now, always need a couple dollars
Legally colorblind, really all I see is commas
Cook it up right in front of you, somethin' like Benihana's
Fuck do that got to do with the price of tea in China?
Ground that nigga like punishment
Let 'em know it's a new Ferris wheel around and a bunch of sticks
Pop-Tart a nigga, switchin' teams would be jumpin' ship
Stock market magazine, aftermarket hunnid clip
Clown-ass niggas know we run this bitch
Let 'em know that it's a new pharaoh with the crown from the oven mitt
Ground that nigga like punishment
Let 'em know it's a new sheriff in the town, and he run this shit
Children of creation
With this feeling in your heart
Children of creation
Spread love from your heart
Credits
Writer(s): James Clay Jones Iii, Nicholas Craven, Darnisha Wicker
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