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lirik lagu lasoul (usa) - pen2paper

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[intro: lasoul]
(man, i love prod. by conscience)
yeah, uh

[verse 1: lasoul]
i’m in the stu’, and you know that i’m spittin’ heavenly
every verse that i write, it hit you heavily
when i put pen to paper, i’m a different entity
i got ten g’s on my wrist, i’m movin’ differently
i hit the stu’ like the gym, yeah, i’m pullin’ my weight
got this bad b~tch at the door, and now i’m pullin’ her waist
yeah, the music’s so loud that it’s fillin’ the sp~ce
you the fool, you the joker, i’m the ace of spades
givenchy from head to toe, yeah, i’m water whippin’
i got plenty on the stove, hittin’ like thanksgivin’
got balenci’s on my feet, you’ll never catch me slippin’
conscience on the beat, had the whole fleet levitatin’
i raise the price like nintendo, then i pull out the switch
motherf~ckers like remy, you boys love to snitch
pour a glass of the henny with the baddest b~tch
i popped a pack of that honey, then i made a twitch

[verse 2: j’ alexander]
greedy hearts turn to greedy hands, you flauntin’ on cash advances
left wrist on froze, my right is totin’ a minivan
you paint a pretty picture, baby, but don’t hide your face
i put you on a pedestal to [?] your grace
and when the time come, the good lord will take me away
like michael, baby, i’ll always be there to rock you in today
i speak the truest love, but right now, i got the weary blues
[?] your poetry, but singin’ to you like i’m langston hughes
my asian n~gga carry chops just like he eatin’ rice
i threw a n~gga in drew carey, gon’ be if the price is right
conscience on the instrumental, full odessey elevated
only rap on sat~rday, i’m spittin’ out of spite
and i’m still better than all you n~ggas, yeah, my future lookin’ bright
[verse 3: jacque lorraine]
built a stu’ on top the f~ckin’ mezzanine
the bullsh~t that you on is not affectin’ me
i came out the crib politickin’, y’all electin’ me
you motherf~ckers only spit a bar if you was meltin’ tree
saw the smoke, but my eyes low, and my brain foggy
locked and loaded in the crib, i pass the pen to shawty
delvin’ deep in sh~t, the [?] like i was johnny
dropped the leather top, b~tch, i got bananas on me
monkey nuts clingin’ on my f~ckin’ chest and sh~t
spinach cream i’m double dippin’ in
balenciaga shades, yeah, you know i’m peepin’ sh~t
silver brush on your neck, that gray is seepin’ in
belligerent when on the mic, yeah, that’s my word, hoe
standin’ on the sh~t i said, that sh~t for her, though
compartments, apartments, appealin’ to the curb, bro
assortments of hors d’oeuvres, i give it to the birds, yo


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