paroles de chanson WD 40 - Ollie Joseph feat. GNF Kusher
Yeah,
we
sliding
in
silence
like
WD
40
on
me,
but
isn't
a
beam
I
sip
it,
he
up
it,
I
stay
with
my
youngin'
Yeah
it's
family
business
when
dealing
with
me
Kush
did
a
bit,
he
was
out
it
for
three
The
bloodline
home
base
in
Wisconsin
Word
to
Lombardi,
we
out
for
the
cheese
We
in
it
for
life,
I
put
it
on
Strauss
I
came
a
long
way
from
them
Michigan
nights
Where
sippin'
my
vice
Fucking
on
women
that
smell
like
vanilla
and
cinnamon
spice
The
kitchen
is
hype,
I'm
cookin'
up
I
should
charge
when
I
drop,
I
be
giving
advice
But
they
never
listen,
they
hard
of
hearin'
Too
focused
on
the
art
of
appearance
In
the
future
they
same
ones
shopping
at
Ross
With
a
cart
full
of
clearance
No
investment
in
their
goals,
direction
all
fucked
up
No
control
when
they
stearin'
Up
in
the
morning
I'm
working
on
lyrics
I
got
a
cup
of
the
Folgers,
I'm
cheerin'
I
toast
to
the
time's
I
resented
reflections
But
now
when
I
look,
it's
a
goat
in
the
mirror
The
operation
lil'
different
over
here
Let
me
explain
it
I
went
to
college,
I
sat
in
them
lectures
My
cousin
was
cuffed,
had
to
sit
with
the
bailiffs
I
still
haven't
seen
him
in
person,
but
when
he
off
papers
He
knows
that
we
gon'
celebrate
it
This
shit
been
years
in
the
making
But
nigga
we
finally
made
it
Off
hooks
alone,
could
get
ten
for
a
feature
If
she
off
the
hook,
then
I
catch
and
release
her
I
give
it
a
year,
I'ma
stay
at
the
Nobu
Telly
When
I
check
in
Ibiza
I
get
a
check
from
fending
off
demons
If
Galaxy
send
it,
I
shred
it
to
pieces
Can't
lie
my
time
is
coming
I'm
an
honest
man,
so
you
better
believe
it
The
top
good,
she
look
up
and
I'm
cheesin'
Give
her
a
tip,
pass
her
a
50
She
sharing
my
secrets?
Bad
news
We
gotta
move
like
the
Vatican
City
Or
move
like
a
Gypsy,
always
on
go
Liq
in
my
kidneys,
I'm
saucy
fasho
If
they
want
the
smoke,
toss
me
a
cone
We
rollin'
up,
bring
it
straight
it
ya
door
Straight
to
ya
Yeah,
we
sliding
in
silence
like
WD
40
on
me,
but
isn't
a
beam
I
sip
it,
he
up
it,
I
stay
with
my
youngin'
Yeah
it's
family
business
when
dealing
with
me
Kush
did
a
bit,
he
was
out
it
for
three
The
bloodline
home
base
in
Wisconsin
Word
to
Lombardi,
we
out
for
the
cheese
We
in
it
for
life,
I
put
it
on
Strauss
I
came
a
long
way
from
them
Michigan
nights
Where
sippin'
my
vice
Fucking
on
women
that
smell
like
vanilla
and
cinnamon
spice
The
kitchen
is
hype,
I'm
cookin'
up
I
should
charge
when
I
drop,
I
be
giving
advice
But
they
never
listen,
they
hard
of
hearin'
Too
focused
on
the
art
of
appearance
In
the
future
I'm
that
same
nigga
That
be
still
trappin'
even
though
I
got
millions
GPS
trippin',
no
direction
Gettin'
good
head,
rollin'
up
while
I'm
stearin'
I
got
a
bottle
of
Henny,
I'm
chearin'
I
told
her
not
to
take
off
what
she
wearing
'Cause
that
ain't
my
focus,
now
go
run
some
errands
'Cause
one
thing
you're
not
finna
do
is
run
Aaron
Ain't
no
comparin'
Bitches
be
looking
at
me
like
muhfuckin'
mirror,
they
starin'
I
ain't
no
parent,
but
all
these
niggas
my
sons
And
I
buy
they
clothes
on
clearance
Chill
with
that
starin',
'cause
if
I
feel
you
a
threat
I'ma
up
this
hoe
and
get
to
airin'
I
like
to
smoke
when
I
rap
I
feel
like
that
shit
make
me
a
lil'
sharper,
like
Darren
If
they
don't
know
then
they
can
find
out
about
me
I'll
fly
to
Cali,
catch
a
body
by
Ollie
Don't
make
me
go
back
to
when
I
was
out
wildin'
Cause
now
we
legal
and
that
money
just
pilin'
Wipe
his
nose
cause
he
just
sneezed
Do
that
boy
like
he
allergic
to
pollen
And
ever
since
I
did
that
first
song
with
Ollie
Been
blowing
out
these
bitches
backs
like
a
dolphin
And
play
with
cuz
on
site,
gotta
off
'em
Check
his
fever,
'cause
that
boy
in
a
coffin
Throw
the
pack
at
me,
know
I'ma
Moss
it
And
bust
a
couple
moves,
and
get
right
back
off
it
And
word
to
Lombardi,
we
out
for
that
cheese
I
fuck
with
Aaron
Rodgers,
fuck
Brees
National
anthem,
I'm
takin'
a
knee
I
fill
a
backwood
full
of
white
Runtz
And
that
bitch
kickin',
Jet
Li
(Kush)
We
sliding
in
silence
like
WD
40
on
me,
but
isn't
a
beam
I
sip
it,
he
up
it,
I
stay
with
my
youngin'
Yeah
it's
family
business
when
dealing
with
me
Kush
did
a
bit,
he
was
out
it
for
three
The
bloodline
home
base
in
Wisconsin
Word
to
Lombardi,
we
out
for
the
cheese
We
in
it
for
life,
I
put
it
on
Strauss
I
came
a
long
way
from
them
Michigan
nights
Where
sippin'
my
vice
Fucking
on
women
that
smell
like
vanilla
and
cinnamon
spice
The
kitchen
is
hype,
I'm
cookin'
up
I
should
charge
when
I
drop,
I
be
giving
advice
But
they
never
listen,
they
hard
of
hearin'
Too
focused
on
the
art
of
appearance
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