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• Artiste: Apollo Brown
• Titre: Coke With Ice
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Cats back home hating saying shit to be saying shit Paperless, I’m in Miami in the mall like an alien With illegal aliens Brazilians Panamanians You don’t got a dime bitch in ya radius gotta question ya waviness Take up a new hobby nah you probably wasn’t made for this Crucify you on the vinyl catch a body on the laser disc Fly ya head on the cassette my rep solid no holes in mine If the shows isn’t popping the stove is fine if I’m so inclined Regardless I’m doing overtime barely sleep to get a stack Moving around the map so much I wake up forgetting where I’m at Drop a slab it’s ingles sin barreras mixed with pantera Went from Peter Pan to panemera pocket on Panera He the one you should beware of in the booth with pair of Parakeets any parody we really introduce u to cherubs To the crew u like food out a few in ya ear buds Talking bout shooting a fair one My shit could burn through the plastic twice Unmatched, why trap it for the asking price Did damage god could ban us from the afterlife Package like you could die faster if u asking right …so real we oughta tax it twice No frills ya shit lacking you took bad advice Top of the hill looking down like I mastered life Got it cracking like coke in a glass with ice It’s all love I been eating I came from government cheese I do nothing egregious I keep the flooding the pieces They keep typing shit salty i stay paid on a plane You could cash app me now I hit ya tape with the flames You could hit up Christine then I could get u some streams I might know someone who know someone could get you key Paid most my dues, and the shit wasn’t cheap Don’t talk to me rude, make ya fitted miskeen Mistoleen and me clean on the bracelets I can’t shake it off Paper long the plate he lacing u with filet mignon I played the swamp, came out floral in full bloom Had to sweat over a stove at first holding a wooden spoon Bon app the teeth on em, Jerry hellers want a piece of him Unbelivable where was u when no one believed in this The right ingredients, y’all modified with corn syrup Turnt my life to heaven on earth though I’m still lord fearing