Joey Bada$$ - Hilary Swank текст песни

Yo yo hip hop's a jungle
Uh lost in his time
I'm just tryna get it like a boss in his prime
These fake niggers sublime light for fine sights
Wishing we'll fortune
But the price ain't quite right
The slice ain't quite ripe
Still pulling strings how I fly but I don't like kites
How they gonna treat Brooklyn's finest
Not as fine as diamonds?
And fine nice surrounded by hard flow like Iceland's
Now we getting icing finances nice
And I don't like surprises
I like superb prices rising
It's the least I could do
These verses priceless
Rehearse in private reverse her eyelid
Until she curse in silent
Got a problem solve it all my Pros solids
We all gonna dine and until then we mobbing
So don't push me
Uh I'm close to the pussy even
Closer to the knowledge
Dropped out of college
In advance hit the ground
Running like its ants in my pants
Honey pop was a bumbaclot
And had a queen bee Mommy
Uh I love her to the tissue
Disrespect my blood and it's an issue
She like this you on the cover for real?
Ah you so official
Now go ahead and buy you some shoes
That really fit you
I know she always think of little me
But now I got big literally
Worldwide and physically

I'm saying I used to take walks around little Italy
Now I roam round Sicily
And I'm plotting on a milli

Hmm another loud pack another proud cat
Hey pound that hip hop sounds
Been profound back
Slow down that metronome nigger
Let it hit home when the specimen
Showin gonna glitter
Gold and ices trigger your true ideology
I can subtract one with the gun
That's true trigonometry
But that won't coincide with the true nigger that Imma be
He's royal poverty I kicks philosophies
Not because I rock Soccer tees
I ain't gonna beg but I can please
Rock ya socks and sockets out your knees
Fulfill your needs with similes non similar
Spit that unfamiliar
Put that on familia
If ya love hip hop
Ladies rub your papillas
Fellas beat they chest like they Silverback Gorillas
It's the new age children of the crystal healers
Thinking I butterfly
Try catapult caterpillars

After years of constructing
They start assumptions
So I keep my circumference
Of deep fried friends like dumplings
But fuck my nigger
We munching we hungry
After years of constructing
They start assumptions
So I keep my circumference
Of deep fried friends like dumplings
But fuck my nigger
We munching we hungry

Swanking, swanking, swanking
I see you Jigga!
Hilary Swanking! Aaah