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Painted Houses
Smoke DZA &Flying Lotus Feat. Conway
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Really?
Right
Right
Uh, yeah
Italian flavors in my boots, they came from DM
Put my outfit in the mausoleum
Forever I be rockin' 'til my jersey hangin' in the Colosseum
I be in her guts, you in her DMs
Yellin', "Free my niggas, free my niggas, give 'em freedom"
They ain't in jail, they in record deals
This independent shit, kinda show you how that leverage feel
Give you that big steeper feel, hol' up
It was a good day, Ice Cube bangin' on the roll up
The cake fill up, Cool, J Dilla, flippin' donuts
28 grams, 420 short of a whole one
One bad purchase'll sabotage your whole run
"Let me take that Reggie off your hand", said no one
Tryna finesse the package get you hit with a cold gun
Ridin' like Russell, hit my horn when the dough come
Irish man mansions, keep a painter, dome some
The team strong, tread light
Put you on the plate, if the bread right
Consignment had 'em like a deer in the headlights
We disappear and they be at your crib every night
The team strong, tread light
Put you on the plate, if the bread right
Consignment had 'em like a deer in the headlights
We disappear and they be at your crib every night
I'm pullin' up and I'm askin' 'em what it is
Then clappin' 'em on his side and fractured the nigga ribs
Takin' trips to the base and them packages to the crib
Send 'em back and flip them packs, it's exactly what I just did
Shit, tread light, Supreme red Nikes
VS ice on my neck, you can tell me what my bread like
You get your head in a vice, run that red light
Head-on collision with extendo, ain't no fair fight
A hundred carats in the pendant for a fair price
Pointers in the Cartiers made your bitch stare twice
It's Gary Payton and this blunt is to the face
I can go pull a few hunnid out the safe
And that's thousands by the way
My cake pilin' by the way
Breakdown, ain't sellin' weight
Eight pounds sellin' every day
Eight thousand in the bank, stop that
.456, shot that
Change the bank bag to a thousand, took a sip of my 'jac
Machine nigga, I'm back
The team strong, tread light
Put you on the plate, if the bread right
Consignment had 'em like a deer in the headlights
We disappear and they be at your crib every night
The team strong, tread light4
Put you on the plate, if the bread right
Consignment had 'em like a deer in the headlights
We disappear and they be at your crib every night
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