Testo Mother of Pearls - Willie The Kid feat. V Don & Vado
Testo della canzone Mother of Pearls (Willie The Kid feat. V Don & Vado), tratta dall'album Deutsche Marks 2
And then maybe you'll get to feel what I feel
Yo, yo
Uh, yo, yo
Big truck like the Fall Guy, ball like Paul La
Butter poach walleye, more niggas, more die
More bitches, more fuckin', three birds, no turducken
I ain't duckin' nothin', not for nothin', nonetheless
Three piece suits, double breasted, silk linin', fitted vest
Yes, bustin' bottles with some models in Cabo, I'm busy
You at the hood bar tryna squabble
Until a bullet hit your avocado, guacamole
Then I slide like a trombone, don't run up on me
Phony is as phony does, you gotta show me
Fuck a buzz, longevity my testimony
Consistent, my niggas focused, no recidivism
Nevertheless, you can still become a shootin' victim
I shoot the shit with shooters
Fraternizin' with philanthropists despite the rumors
Room service twice a day at the Derek, you derelict
Degenerate bastards, I'm at the masjid speakin' Arabic
Never bicker with the bitter, life is but a dream
Bittersweet, sing along, a real nigga theme
Let 'em bleed a little, keep 'em alive until we acquit 'em
They'll have our hands full soon as they see a fistful
I saw 'em change soon as, I should've waited but it came too fast
I'll die poor before I praise who has
How many times I gotta tell you, soon as day two pass
They'll forget you, but only love who makes you laugh
'Til the moment you gotta do everything and you can't do nothin'
Then maybe, just maybe you feel me, cousin
And then maybe you'll get to feel what I feel
Then maybe, just maybe you feel me, cousin
They waited until the iron got hot, I got it hot, strike 'em
Look at O.G. now, wanted to be a lot like him
Met homie last week and they just smoked him
I ain't never met a hunter who died hikin'
Kill 'em for a meal, pastor asked me why am I standin' up
I told him the prayer's bigger than a kneel
What good are headshots if you don't shit him on his heel?
Quality over quantity, Pippen or Shaquille
From forefathers to youngin havin' like four fathers
Learned it all from a poor swabber
His whore mama ain't clean up yet, and she a jaw dropper
Ball hopper, she'll never get the thaw lobster
Get it together, soon you'll be able to get it together
Let 'em bleed a little, keep 'em alive until we acquit 'em
It's above me now, it's karma, hit 'em
I saw 'em change soon as, revolvin' doors rotate too fast
Revolvers, we takin' from who has
How many times I gotta tell you, soon as day two pass
They'll forget you, it's only legacies that last
'Til the moment you gotta do everything and you can't do nothin'
Then maybe, just maybe you feel me, cousin
The outside wheels must spin faster than the wheels on the inside
Because they have a greater distance to travel in the
Same length of time. When a wagon turns a corner, the
Wheels can travel at different speeds, because each one
Can turn freely on the axles. And in the early automobiles
The rear wheels turned separately and only one wheel was
Credits
Writer(s): Tivon Key, Alvin Olavarria, Willie L. Buckley
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