Lyrics Olive Brown - Sandre feat. Ndoke

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You so full of shit you lookin olive brown
With a frown, you look like a clown
And that will spread around
Got it bitch, I am getting rich
Fully loaded fridge
Dont be a snitch, tryna pull a switch
Down the drainage ditch
We go way back
Ridin around in a coupe and the girls will all wave back
Thats what they lack
I'm sorry to say it but honestly cant be my same rank
Imma pay back
My momma my father my haters my fans while I lay back
Time to play back
Time to just listen to words that I say while you jump up and down with no straight back
JK i be okay, i mean no way, i mean all day
Carrying a small tray
Yes man, im the best man, all the rest men
Are the pest men, tryna be my doormen
Thats me in the back
Got three in the bank
They call me a tank
Your bitch she gon' thank
Who, who, who, who the fuck tryna stop me, I don't mind
Who the fuck is tryna get in my enlightened mind
Who says where i'll go potential just left undefined
The sky is the limit so let me get back on my grind
Write this down
You so full of shit you lookin olive brown
With a frown, you look like a clown
And that will spread around
Got it bitch, I am getting rich
Fully loaded fridge
Dont be a snitch, tryna pull a switch
Down the drainage ditch
Shooting round
Fuckin with the kid, no body to be found
Cool me down
Pressure make me go off like an uzi sound
Too legit
Every word I spit, partly burn my lips
Learn to quit
Y'all be getting payless like your name was skip
Okay its my turn
The smoke coming out of my lungs make your eyes burn
So Listen you might learn
Got rings all up on my fingers like Saturn
Not icy
They be looking fishy like Pisces
Little bit iffy in my psyche
But imma let it all free, got me lookin like Meek
Bitch I might be
Wait
Woah
The fuck do I mean
Ask me about it, my brothers are clean
Like not dirty business
Legitimate riches
The tint on the windows to not make a scene
If they catch a case, no knowledge from me
But why do you think, I got my degree
So the day that I blow minimize the debris
And to know what to know what Im stopped by police
And I hope that my brothers are listening now
I want y'all to go for the glistening crown
Stop pushing weight, it's no longer the eighties
You got a court date and a two year old baby
I know I aint crazy
I know you know better
I know it's a grind and not guaranteed cheddar
But if you end up either dead or jail
My brother I got you from heaven to hell
Write this down
You so full of shit you lookin olive brown
With a frown, you look like a clown
And that will spread around
Got it bitch, I am getting rich
Fully loaded fridge
Dont be a snitch, tryna pull a switch
Down the drainage ditch