Lyrics Whalé (feat. Ab-Soul & Retch) - Da$h
Brought
the
lighter
too
I
got
it
with
me
this
time
Yo
(Soul!)
sinister
literature
Read
my
riddles
it'll
get
rid
of
ya
quicker
than
ritalin
Red
bones
leave
me
with
a
ridden
dick,
how
real
is
this?
Think
of
sinnin'
man's
cinema,
sweet
Til
the
servant
serves
you
the
vinegar,
it's
deep
Simple
as
finding
algorithms
and
statistics
Walking
with
your
children
in
the
red
light
district
Look
at
me,
dancing
with
Alori's
ghost
Hope
I
don't
got
two
left
feet,
you
know
I
love
you
mama!
Keep
my
ear
to
the
street,
concrete
jungle
At
the
top
dog
eat
dog
homie,
stay
humble
If
it'll
be
it'll
be,
damn
straight
My
plan
A
was
to
beat
up
a
beat
Put
words
together
like
Scrabble,
dazzle
a
audience
At
first
it
sounded
like
babel,
but
now
it
all
makes
sense
I
brought
it
'round
full
circle
for
y'all
squares
Bad
to
the
bone,
you
goody
two-shoes
couldn't
compare,
yeah
If
fair
is
fair
I'm
the
air
Not
next
to
the
king,
but
what
you
breathe
You
may
not
see,
but
believe
me
I'm
there
This
inspiration,
I
been
here
before
I'm
on
my
777th
incarnation,
Soul
I
H-A-T-E
Y-O-U
Wake
up
and
read
about
my
capers
in
the
Sunday
papers
Young
Vincent
Vega
Got
a
date
with
Uma
Thurman
later
Prescription
drugs
run
through
the
arteries
Tell
myself,
this
what
a
god
should
be
The
engine
run,
don't
need
no
starter
key
Pray
the
lord,
the
devil
pardon
me
Immortal
partially
I
tell
Benson
to
pull
up
through
the
portal
just
so
he
could
fuckin'
toss
the
piece
No
traces,
no
faces,
beat
the
court
cases
Cowboy
like
I'm
Troy
Aikman
Walk
in
the
bank,
yolk
up
the
teller,
tell
him
crack
the
safe
Grab
the
case,
then
ash
the
blunt
in
the
bastard's
face
Then
evaporate
Don't
got
no
time
to
waste,
more
than
I
make
it
seem
though
Gettin'
paid
for
spittin'
mean
quotes
Backflip
off
a
motherfuckin'
speed
boat
Land
on
a
dolphin,
laser
on
his
head
just
in
case
I
see
a
shark
fin
I
do
it
often,
lay
in
your
coffin
Niggas
better
off,
my
bitches
draped
in
terrycloth
I'm
a
idol
for
every
boss,
you
been
a
fraud
I
play
the
track
and
bet
a
rack
on
the
horses
With
an
Iraqi
bitch,
her
features
is
gorgeous
I
did
all
this,
nigga
Smell
the
scent
when
I
walk
in
the
room
nigga
Cause
if
you
ain't
know,
it's
money
nigga
Every
dollar,
every
day
gettin'
fast
money,
you
motherfuckin'
know
Like,
fuck
you
I
write
the
raps
on
a
roof
in
January,
I'm
by
the
pool
Just
left
New
York,
I'm
on
the
road
for
the
chips
You're
just
Jordan
6's,
been
everywhere
Could
bet
he
there
there
if
the
'fetti
near
Posted
at
the
function
with
the
Henny
stare
3 quarter
length
on
the
jacket
smooth
as
a
fingeroll
I
ship
the
blow
out
in
cicero
I
smoke
the
freezer,
count
the
piccolo
Pinkie
ring
right
under
the
mistletoe,
like
kiss
it
ho
Bend
her
over
and
send
her
home
I
mix
the
oxtail
sauce
right
on
the
rooftop
Cookin'
apron
and
tube
socks,
came
a
long
way
from
blue
tops
Shit
a
couple
more
shows
I'm
fit
for
a
new
drop
But
they
wantin'
what
you
got,
ride
around
with
that
ooh-wop
For
the
niggas
that
think
I'm
slippin'
Like
the
cats
that
murdered
Harold
Ran
and
blammed
him
asked
him
if
he
needed
help,
heartless
For
a
piece
of
wealth
like
there
couldn't
be
peace
and
wealth
The
piece
is
felt
right
beneath
the
belt,
stealth
Left
the
courthouse,
sold
the
rocks
in
my
dress
socks
9-5
finna
be
more
burner
blunts
at
the
rest
stop
Met
the
connect
by
the
dock
he
sported
the
dreadlocks
Jordans
was
dead
stock
I
never
once
shis
hand,
it's
nothin'
but
head
nods
Yeah
we
keep
it
classy
The
whip
is
clean,
but
the
seats
is
ashy,
snazzy
Make
your
bitch
boof
a
quarter,
hit
the
border
Take
a
shit
just
to
serve
the
order,
it's
Porter
1 Gladbag
2 Swordfish
3 Burnt / Fuck 1x
4 RicHie K
5 V.I.C.E.S
6 So Cold (feat. A$ap Nast & A$ap Ferg)
7 SeXXual Interlude
8 Brighton Beach
9 Scandinavian Detours (feat. Action Bronson)
10 Aristocratic Anarchy (feat. Vince Staples)
11 22 Tabs
12 Whalé (feat. Ab-Soul & Retch)
13 Natural Tobacco
14 Parachute Escape / Counseling
15 The Bats
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