Ceven of 6th Boro - Forty For An Eighth (44th & 8th) lyrics

I pull up in the mothaf**in' Lex slow Yeah bu*ter leather headrest Yo Loss aversion, low cost Glossy persian golden amethyst My personnel be Amazon Really regard the damagin' Work just south of Panama Grand Nexus, you heard of him Got lambs dressed and observing me Fran Drescher The nasal raw Pay to board the fuselage Ain't concerned with a coupe mirage Long summers of wrong learnings Slums looking like psalms verses Gone brothers in song Who don the best like Tesla spec Stagged up Lavender Ford Fiesta No siesta rhyming here Peace who sell the finest Fluff dimes And twenty nine gram zips All bagged up on Aven A The plaza catch the pitch New Yorks Mets With fewer threats Clue or guess Who true with less Crew to test Leaving shoeléss While regroup I In Budapest Johnny Cage'in Four thirty three moments First to silence that Cunning plus I'm devious Plus courtesy of Deaser, well I keep it 'Lo abbreviates I cop the shorts from RRL It be the window scenes that wrap My thoughts around What depreciate I'm Chuck Norris in Orange loafers Rap sciences, HG Wells Have your horoscope Read horror stories You don't know me Peace to all the vegetables I'm seeing streaks of lemonseeds My team ain't what it seem to be We actually rank professional league See Meez'll hit the high jump And Cee guard from imposters Then me, get pa**ed the rock and Sour pick out all the linemen Then we alley oop on some street sh** Your teams the weakest Party ricans Newark heat trips Doers feel this Rolling something up Purple haze in Chase's pearl Blazer Fade to lazy, curled up On some perfect lady's pearl parts Eating dry figs Excite her thigh skin I Rev to 9-10 She give me a light rinse Then wet her hymen My Inhalation's inspiration Jive fakin' Get no rotation Cause any statement Once for lack of Now its bu*t-naked back rubs From my gut-tapered cougar friends Slate blue trim, some Louvre sh** Paper for a grooving man Pockets deep in a moving van Straight to where the water lay Unleaded regular straight I Need the nine three Heavy Lex V8 Bahamas, Norman's Cay Learjets make the gate Naples east of medeyates Submarine estate, remote control Get it tomorrow, or Later tonight if size is right Fade the light On sight of 5 Twenty three K Mixed with paste Fishy smell fix up the trace Yeah Grand avenue Hold me down The avenue 2K fifth One three oh Grand 212, 201, 347, 646, 718, 973 n***as 914, 917, 929 Metropolitans Wide's All my people locked up We shall rise word up Law library books and commissary You be home soon baby In the meanwhile You know im'a keep the sh** locked out here Large sunroofs, busy bodegas Even the old projects getting renovated up Yeah Grand Nexus Ceven the North Star Ursa Major Moon and the stars Grandeza Records