Wool
Earl Sweatshirt「Wool」はEarl Sweatshirtの曲です, 2015, Pop。長さは2:24, 76 lines / 465 words。
歌詞
0:01Soon as I catch the vibe tell them to fetch the hearse
0:04Shorty I'm pressing lines lifting the Lauren shirt
0:07Tell her to bless the girth if she with it
0:10I'm in that kitchen
0:11Wrist water whipping
0:13Sike niggaI don't do that
0:14Niggas get bloo-blapped and blown away
0:17Wessons making Mexicans wetbacks like órale
0:20Okay I'm on to something
0:21Momma should've told you it'd be days like this
0:24It's just a tale from the crip
0:26I'm on my séance ****
0:27I'm tryna' make a million dollars
0:29Keep it hood while crossing over on some AI ****
0:32I need a foreign baby momma to match a ni**a model whip
0:35Ramona Park made me from scratch
0:37A lot of lotto picks lost inside this game called rap
0:41I be the underdog
0:42Bullet hit his forehead
0:43It exit out his under arm
0:45Ain't nobody bigger than my hood
0:47My ni**a
0:47**** a boss
0:48Baby momma killer
0:49You offended and I **** her raw
0:51Stretchy doing federal time for busting at the law
0:54And he gonna be a neighbor of mine
0:56You play me for a pawn
0:57Shorty I be swimming with sharks
0:59Your posse full of prawns
1:00Pistols rip his body apart
1:02Now he afraid of dark alleyways
1:04Niggas better listen when the pastor say
1:16It's Golf on that *****
1:17It's Golf on that ball cap
1:19I guzzle the tall boy
1:20Jehovah ain't call back
1:22And ya'll still debating over earl music
1:24Troops got the group nationwide moving merch units crazy
1:28Peanut butter to paisley
1:30Walking down the street
1:31In the different color McGrady's
1:33That first grader was me
1:34Now my fist full of spliffs and the old banker receipts
1:37******* grip the stick and
1:39Jerky like cold shanks of the beef dry
1:41I'm taking purses like they chances in the evening
1:43Pick your pants up
1:44Boy
1:44You dancing with a demon
1:45On my momma I been limiting my features
1:48Filling swishers up with **
1:49*****
1:50It's difficult to beat him like a soft ****
1:52Golf clique deep and we don't hit the streets passive
1:55That ni**a sweaty got the gas
1:57And Shreddy k brought the matches
1:58Put your body down in water
1:59Like a Lipton tea bag is
2:01Switch to different ******* whip
2:03To let them piggies speed past 'em
2:04It's the rats
2:05Try and get the cheese
2:06What it do
2:07Rap like I'm mincing meat
2:08Call me Lou
2:09If I'm on the track
2:10These niggas skip to me
2:12Niggas want to fade me
2:13******* feel some type of way for me
2:1550's in my pocket falling out like ******* baby teeth
2:18Vince be with the rocket
2:19He gone pop it when it's danger round
2:21Fingertips to tapers
2:22Now salute us when you face us
2:24Give a **** about the moves all these loser niggas making now
Soon as I catch the vibe tell them to fetch the hearse Shorty I'm pressing lines lifting the Lauren shirt Tell her to bless the girth if she with it I'm in that kitchen Wrist water whipping Sike niggaI don't do that Niggas get bloo-blapped and blown away Wessons making Mexicans wetbacks like órale Okay I'm on to something Momma should've told you it'd be days like this It's just a tale from the crip I'm on my séance **** I'm tryna' make a million dollars Keep it hood while crossing over on some AI **** I need a foreign baby momma to match a ni**a model whip Ramona Park made me from scratch A lot of lotto picks lost inside this game called rap I be the underdog Bullet hit his forehead It exit out his under arm Ain't nobody bigger than my hood My ni**a **** a boss Baby momma killer You offended and I **** her raw Stretchy doing federal time for busting at the law And he gonna be a neighbor of mine You play me for a pawn Shorty I be swimming with sharks Your posse full of prawns Pistols rip his body apart Now he afraid of dark alleyways Niggas better listen when the pastor say It's Golf on that ***** It's Golf on that ball cap I guzzle the tall boy Jehovah ain't call back And ya'll still debating over earl music Troops got the group nationwide moving merch units crazy Peanut butter to paisley Walking down the street In the different color McGrady's That first grader was me Now my fist full of spliffs and the old banker receipts ******* grip the stick and Jerky like cold shanks of the beef dry I'm taking purses like they chances in the evening Pick your pants up Boy You dancing with a demon On my momma I been limiting my features Filling swishers up with ** ***** It's difficult to beat him like a soft **** Golf clique deep and we don't hit the streets passive That ni**a sweaty got the gas And Shreddy k brought the matches Put your body down in water Like a Lipton tea bag is Switch to different ******* whip To let them piggies speed past 'em It's the rats Try and get the cheese What it do Rap like I'm mincing meat Call me Lou If I'm on the track These niggas skip to me Niggas want to fade me ******* feel some type of way for me 50's in my pocket falling out like ******* baby teeth Vince be with the rocket He gone pop it when it's danger round Fingertips to tapers Now salute us when you face us Give a **** about the moves all these loser niggas making now
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