Lola Monroe - Stay Schemin (instrumental) | Текст песни

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• Lola Monroe
• Stay Schemin (instrumental)

I could paint a pretty picture, a pigment, painted scriptures
Of bitches eyes on ya riches
Black tainted love in the mixtures
uunh , it’s like Picasso in this bitch
Female Pac up in this bitch
Ill apocalypse ya shit
rejoice in the thoughts of putting these bitches bodies in hearses
my mission inbody ambition like Nazi ignition
And body all curses, no Shottie in purses
all because I keep a couple shooters that will straight John Goti your purpose
These bitches ain’t real, they just real clown bitches
I remember when they used to feel like real down bitches
I’m from a city where respect don’t come from currency
And I don’t wanna hear what you gonna do, what you done currently
15 left home to get my money right
All I knew was hustle bitch, you see what my money like
But I can still smell them potent broke memories
but i Guess that’s how God Kept me grounded like
"oh, remember these?"
Now it’s just me and my nigga, I’m the Bonnie to his Clyde
And I ride for my nigga, oh
And all you snake ass, fake ass, hating ass, hoes
Was just waiting for a bitch to blow
just to pin point my pivotal pinnacles
from my pitfalls,i pity yall, yall pittiful,I pity the fool that picked yall
no question though, I be on that other shit
Like fuck that hoe, I’m on a mission Joe
You should too, if you knew
What this game will do to you
Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
Then think of all the bullshit I seen through
No Biggy though, I’m on some real shit
So really though, my mother need a new house
Trying to put my brother through college
so that shit yall talkin about
I could give a fuck about.