lirik lagu le - comic books
feat. curren$y
(hook)
wrap the wax around the joint
then i sprinkle it with keef
all you engines take heat
to the motherf-ckn chief
we in them streets, beamer slam
like nick ‘fo he fall in the cage
see me gettin’ highs in the stage
i swear my life is like a real life
comic book, homie, lemme take you to the next page
(verse)
i’m in a maze, gettin’ lost in the city
i carry (???), pro’ly smoking, pushing smth i can’t really own
you ain’t really bout that sh-t you be verbally on
and you confront like you ain’t know
but you heard of me, holmes
look, thrill -ss n-gg-s that kill tracks wit bun
marijuana reign hash begun, this time act-tzion
main b-tch spanish, got a asian b-tch on the side
know how to work a stick, sometimes i let her drive
gold wheels wit the green, don’t mean that i’m lucky
been eating real good, you can see that i’m chubby
time to move to miami, cause i heard we don’t die, n-gg-
if i do leave, then i’m goin’ high
on another cloud, i ain’t talkin’ bout 9 to 10
i’m talkin’ full time, neva clockin’ in
because i’m standing on my job, belly, you i cut alive
put it down for my motherf-cking squad, jets, n-gg-
(hook)
wrap the wax around the joint
then i sprinkle it with keef
all you engines take heat
to the motherf-ckn chief
we in them streets, beamer slam
like nick ‘fo he fall in the cage
see me gettin’ highs in the stage
i swear my life is like a real life
comic book, homie, lemme take you to the next page
(verse: curren$y)
caesar, 72md issue, that paper be the sh-t i’m into
get the tissue, roll up to the venue
forging all them insues, cut ’em down,
them b-tches tryna f-ck on now
why wait around? when the ep cross the hood of my vintage corvette
whacha expect? i write from experience, i won’t tell ya i bother
before i did the sh-t. this must be yo first day around the grace
you lookin’ all outta place. don’t say nothn stupid, home boy
say face! we eatin’ ova here, say grace
before we partake in saute, that’s the bullsen steak
off for golden engraved plates
jet life, we recline behind martin crime gates
25 grand on drapes, my neighbors admire my taste
we whilin’ at the babylon club, 500$ for a bunch of f-ckin’ grapes
n-gg-
(hook)
wrap the wax around the joint
then i sprinkle it with keef
all you engines take heat
to the motherf-ckn chief
we in them streets, beamer slam
like nick ‘fo he fall in the cage
see me gettin’ highs in the stage
i swear my life is like a real life
comic book, homie, lemme take you to the next page
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