- #SHE NOT TOO CHOOSY BUT SOMETIMES SHE BOUJEE FREE#
- #SHE NOT TOO CHOOSY BUT SOMETIMES SHE BOUJEE MAC#
You can read some of my posts on Capsule Wardrobes here and here. Might get a fiend rental ’cause the night slow (Skrrt)ĬOs block and lock the cells down, go make my doo-wopĭon’t get your crew shot (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)Ĭhewy got a G.I.A.One term you might have heard in the Minimalist World is the term “Capsule Wardrobe”. This that black Jesus hangin’ in your mother livin’ room, Christ flow I came home, violated, you know the cycleįiends hit the dough through funnel like she seen Michael (Hee-hee) Keith Haring (Ah), a week in Paris, I’m out in Parisĭice games at the Eiffel, you know how life go (Ah)
#SHE NOT TOO CHOOSY BUT SOMETIMES SHE BOUJEE FREE#
Posted on SeptemTags Jay-dolf Spitler, MAC, Peace God, Remember Kutter Leave a comment on Westside Gunn – Free Kutter Lyrics Westside Gunn – Munch LyricsĪyo, so many niggas I love got life (Life)ĭrive McLaren, why your bitch keep starin’? (Skrrt) My god, my god, without Bruce Almighty or Bruce Willis, we die hardĪllah sent you here to be king like FLYGOD (Ah) Remember Kutter, you a god, no demi, no Ashton Kutcher You should hang this thousand word verse in your cell like a picture I spit it for that Mac, that Calliope and that fisher Like Gang Starr and Freddie Foxxx told you, it’s the militia Jay-dolf Spitler, burnin’ niggas live with the scripture It’s just me, the Machine, Westside, Hermes for Hitler (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot) It’s the goat herder, you writin’ for ghosts? Bitch, I might be (Ah) I pray you skate through your bid like eights, see how I figure? The truth is comin’ like Butcher, nigga, that’s word to Jigga It’ll be like Yoda with Luke in the Dagobah You should read theology of time as your days blow by
Spittin’ actual facts soon as the originator was blackįrom Buffalo to Tupelo we tryna break from the trap (Ah) With that “skrrt, do-do-do-do” all over the tracks (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) Jay Elect, Griselda, done finally entered the chat Peace God, keep your head up on your sabbatical If Allah shine, Kutter gon’ shine, it’s mathematical (Ah) My nigga prayin’ for parole (Uh huh), let my nigga free (Uh huh, ah) I got some niggas that I miss but we ain’t never speak I wanna feed all the fam, I want my mans to eat (I want my mans to eat) Put you out your misery, the only box that I’ma be in is a ’63 (Skrrt)īeen in school too long, I wanna deal a key (I wanna deal a key) Kill ’em on the wake up, they popped the cells, Lord, love your neighbor You better know us, yeah, you better know usįour pound on your forehead, your mind off your shoulders (Boom boom boom boom boom)
#SHE NOT TOO CHOOSY BUT SOMETIMES SHE BOUJEE MAC#
Let the MAC off out the Trackhawk, doin’ donuts (Brr, brr)Ĭold shoulder, let them niggas all know, you better know us, yeah
They raided the duplex, they missed us by a quota Had a four and the jit, turned the nine and called it culture Saint Joseph with red tops in front of Rose’s If God shine, we all shine, life’s euphoricīust a brick, I can bag the raw, I can stove it (Whip) The flyest nigga of all time, and y’all know it Hold your head up all time ’cause time keep goin’ (Ah) Got a MAC on both sides, my shot keep pourin’ Ayo, controller of the exits, the arc keep storming
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