paroles de chanson Lobster Omelette (feat. Rick Ross) - Rick Ross , Freddie Gibbs
Yeah,
Kane
Check,
check,
uh
Check,
check,
yeah
Check,
check
(ya)
My
nightmares'
comin'
true
(yeah,
yeah)
But
they
ain't
leave
me
spooked
(yeah)
On
the
West
Coast
countin'
blues
But
I'm
whoopin'
with
them
'Rus
(yeah)
In
my
neighborhood,
you
was
either
five
or
six,
you
had
to
choose
And
folks
and
them
was
stealin'
my
Starter
jacket
and
my
shoes
(give
me
the
shit,
bitch)
They
laughin'
at
me
at
my
school,
so
I
move
like
I
ain't
got
shit
to
lose
(yeah)
When
I
get
them
goons,
you
in
the
afterlife
by
afternoon
(uh)
My
chopper
tucked,
man,
I
served
that
dust,
my
nigga
served
that
food
Now
I'm
in
my
jail
cell,
watchin'
myself
on
the
news
(what
the
fuck?)
Broken
hearts
and
empty
pockets,
crack
water,
dirty
faucet
(yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
When
I
shot
that
bitch
in
the
chest,
man,
I
knocked
his
shoulder
out
its
socket
(bow)
Fuck
a
degree,
I'm
whippin'
diesel,
no
direct
deposit
(yeah)
Dope
in
my
diaper
bag,
I
serve
'em
while
my
daughter
watchin'
(shit,
nigga)
Prosecutor
might
diminish
me,
so
when
they
sentenced
me,
I
was
a
no-show
(yeah,
yeah)
Dumped
the
body
in
the
country,
shawty
D
for
L,
I
did
it
for
the
low-low
(yeah,
yeah)
Bury
me
with
all
my
jewelry
on
me
and
some
VVS's
in
the
logo
(yeah,
yeah)
President
ain't
never
love
a
nigga,
who
the
fuck
a
nigga
supposed
to
vote
for?
Nigga,
what?
Yeah
All
my
lords
in
the
pen
'bout
to
feel
this
shit
Got
a
stripper
bitch,
that
live
in
Hollywood
with
a
mouth
so
good,
she
can
seal
these
bricks
(woo)
Last
year,
let
a
nigga
bust
down,
heard
she
got
a
nigga
now,
she
can
still
get
dick
(yeah)
You
could
take
away
this
rap
shit
today,
throw
the
whole
shit
away
and
I'ma
still
get
rich
Bitch
(yeah)
Triple
S
(May-May,
May-May)
Kane
Train
Uh,
I'm
ice
skatin'
I'm
ice
skatin'
(Maybach
Music)
Yes
Niggas
come
to
conclusion,
checks
keep
comin'
concurrent
Shooters
on
the
maneuver,
really
as
a
deterrent
MA
singin'
melodic,
pussy
seemin'
hypnotic
I'm
addicted
to
diamonds,
such
a
fiend
for
them
watches
Dollar
signs
in
my
carpet,
killin'
opps
is
the
obvious
I
count
bodies
like
bottles
at
parties
when
I'm
in
Cabo
I
just
lead
and
they
follow,
call
it
laws
of
attraction
Livin'
in
the
colosseum
'til
I'm
caught
in
my
casket
On
the
beach
in
a
mansion,
dope
boy
got
him
a
pension
Pistols
pulled
in
a
panic,
you
can
give
me
my
sentence
Money
come
with
the
killings,
white
convertible
ceiling
Bel-Air
bottles
in
Venice,
pray
you
mindin'
your
business
Rappers
wanna
play
sports,
athletes
caught
in
the
courts
Actors
overdosin',
addicted
to
chemicals,
boy
Boss
(boss,
boss,
boss)
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