lirik lagu tiacorine & zelooperz - olive
[intro]
bnyx
[chorus: zelooperz]
came from the pit like olive
now a n~gga chicken in the tikka masala
[?] paid for the parlor
[?] baseball bat to the collarbone
cryostasis, i ain’t tryna be cold
and that b~tch ass n~gga remind me of~
escargot, yeah, i feed them slugs
and i ate and i’m paid, i don’t need no hugs
frankly frank, i don’t need no dub
real ass n~gga when they see me f~ck
crank in that b~tch, ain’t no bb gun
i don’t need your b~tch, i don’t need no pug
[verse 1: zelooperz]
don’t be scared, dont see me run, yeah, i ball, n~gga can’t cb4
look in the mirror and i see c4
gotta pop them pills, gotta hide the coke
gotta wear cargo, [?] b~tch ’bout to eat me up
look at me stuck in the middle of the aquarium
i’m a solar flare, gotta heat me up
blowing on bagpipe like she scottish
don’t need scotty to bеam me up
n~gga need a bypass
b~tch took all my heart, and she ain’t еven read me up
[verse 2: tiacorine]
tip toes
she cannot reach me
blonde little b~tch
pushing b~ttons, dee dee
ride thru yo city, yo aunt show me titty
this sh~t getting gritty, yo p~ssy too teeny
my sh~t be too fat, it don’t fit in bikini
i fold a ho up like some bread, it’s panini
yo n~gga a weenie
he think that sh~t hard and i think that sh~t easy
get busy
you cop what i cop but don’t make you my twizzy
she make it pop, soda, fizzy
she got a dump with that truck, lizzy
money be flipping, it make a ho dizzy
she finna cry when she see me, no kizzy
i know it’s deeper than water, you fishy
you wanna f~ck with the gang but that’s iffy
b~tch i got bread, i got cake, jiffy
[verse 3: zelooperz]
[?] like to get rugged and risky
n~gga on the ground for the crab leg mickeys
ain’t ’bout cash flow, dollar sign, that’s where you missed me
shoot the whole clip
ain’t hefty, it’s empty
rollin’ with tia, she pretty impala
i pop at his head, he don’t pop no collar
won’t get no sleep, yeah, that’s my motto
gettin’ dollar after dollar after dollar after dollar
[chorus: zelooperz]
came from the pit like olive
now a n~gga chicken in the tikka masala
[?] paid for the parlor
[?] baseball bat to the collarbone
cryostasis, i ain’t tryna be cold
and that b~tch ass n~gga remind me of~
escargot, yeah, i feed them slugs
and i ate and i’m paid, i don’t need no hugs
frankly frank, i don’t need no dub
real ass n~gga when they see me f~ck
crank in that b~tch, ain’t no bb gun
i don’t need your b~tch, i don’t need no pug
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