Текст песни Yola - Likemikes

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In the kitchen I was whipping out that yola yola
Brodie taught me how to mix it with the baking soda
On the corner I was serving out that Coca Cola
Opposition on the block they tried to roll up roll up
All these pages in my life it turned into a folder
All these melodies I'm feeling like I'm Casanova
Now that blood all on my door the Spirits passing over
Driving like I stole it police wanna pull me over

Grew up in the jungle
Came out like jango
Been through the struggle
Now hear pianos
Came out the bando
I had to change clothes
There ain't no evidence
I guess that's case closed
She like the Burberry
She like them pink toes
They tried to murder me
I guess they missed though
I left my mamas kitchen, cleaned up the sink though
They say they never cappin' that's ocho cinco
You turning snitch now, just know you dead to me
I'm playing chess now, there aint no checking me
You show me hate and love, it felt like jealousy
I guess I weren't enough, it wasn't meant for me
If you ever fall in love, don't ever mention me
Put you on the bench now, you can't ever get to me
I'm used to whipping yola, I know the recipe
I'm going king like cobra, yeah that's my destiny

In the kitchen I was whipping out that yola yola
Brodie taught me how to mix it with the baking soda
On the corner I was serving out that Coca Cola
Opposition on the block they tried to roll up roll up
All these pages in my life it turned into a folder
All these melodies I'm feeling like I'm Casanova
Now that blood all on my door the Spirits passing over
Driving like I stole it police wanna pull me over

I been locked up in the cage they need to let me out
If you disrespect the bro they bring the semi out
I know cuzzy on the obo but he hit the lotto
He don't wanna give it up he smoking that gelato
On the road I've seen the dark and I've seen the light
Seen a fiend mix it up and put it in a pipe
You know Likemikes swishing every time I write
Bout to take the gloves off, now it's time to fight

In the kitchen I was whipping out that yola yola
Brodie taught me how to mix it with the baking soda
On the corner I was serving out that Coca Cola
Opposition on the block they tried to roll up roll up
All these pages in my life it turned into a folder
All these melodies I'm feeling like I'm Casanova
Now that blood all on my door the Spirits passing over
Driving like I stole it police wanna pull me over