Martin Sole - Fur Coat lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Kyle Wildfern] '04 Ford Explorer full of real sinners Fur coat weather for winter, my winners are with it Snap of the fingers, leave bodies littered in long rivers Leopard fur coat, give your blonde sisters the cold shivers Fur coat, flow cold, wrist, neck, all gold Your mother sold to the highest bidder We never missed her, mister (GOOD LORD) These verses are all scriptures But more godly, too big bodied to squeeze in a new Bugatti with John Gotti Gadafi, get off me Militant, Marcus Garvey's Army at arm reach, they bother to taunt me Fat boy doing pilates at your pool party Who's probably using true karate as a new hobby, training with Mr. Miagi, kicking it Manoeuvre with Peruvians Kick, kicking the safe where he keeps the rubies in My boys an Indian prince, make sure he keeps the rupees spent The loosie stench on the chinchilla trench with the uzi scent [Hook: Kyle Wildfern] '04 Ford Explorer full of real sinners Fur coat weather for winter, my winners are with it Snap of the fingers, leave bodies littered in long rivers Leopard fur coat, give your blonde sisters the cold shivers [Verse 2: Kyle Wildfern] It's hard not to act hard, when you were given this body of a rap God Karate get you waxed off, waxed on This right arm will dismember your black guards This left arm will slap your dad's mom out her Phat Farms Running with a bad mob...of fellas Don't carry choppers, will propeller kick your melon and deeply damage your melanin Have the secretary, let them in Gentlemen dressed genuine Settlements from Connecticut From bike peddling on that bmx that your friend would get To now coke peddling with rough riders Idolise DMX Sharkeisha your little brothers 3DS Uppercutting the bus driver, front of all the drug buyers that run by us, come buy this Fur Coat wearing providing pro fighters but don't mind us You'll get thrown up in that lion's den, by talking about my lion's then Or you'll get dumped into the trunk of that Ford that we're right up in We'll ride up in [Hook] [Verse 3: Kyle Wildfern] As the plot thickens and cops listen, the clocks ticking Parked tinted Lincoln, We all in it with dark linen, bad decisions King Pin in my own Kingdom If you ain't making the cut then I'm making my own incisions Good riddance, gold pendants, pen this is some good writtens Good with it, my apprentice got off from his long sentence Life lessons from nice felons Weapons for the vengeance with the fur coat entrance Whole coast threatened, messed with the menaces Eternal heaven, return no message Your circle's second, verbal wreckage Thesaurus, see the sin in him, sending em Sipping sprite with the medicine, I'm more menacing Dark melanin specimens, reckless rhetoric Turned veterans Middle finger gestures Reverence, known for taking souls, a bunch of exorcists Dark testaments, closet's fur coats, mostly skeletons Elephants fit in the trunk This is the Genesis [Hook] [Verse 4: Kyle Wildfern] Sorry Ms. Jackson... Got your son's niece down on Yonge street in her undies If she ain't reach her nightly quota of money, she won't leave I am for real...Pimpish Your aunties in different countries still want me Spill the bottle of merlot while I triple backflip into your girls boat wearing the fur coat Made her clothes from the back of the bear I k**ed with the sir's bow Fur coat, work clothes Ebony with the ivory, I sell the elephant tusks Elegant tux , Sean Connery Elements tucked, the armoury Masked robbery at properties Pardon me, young man, cover your mother's eyes, gon' be hard to see Hard at sea on my odyssey, feminine s*uts with gelatin bu*ts, cook the venison up Hit the arteries with archery for mockery After hitting the lottery, hit your father in poverty Richlesbian, No one's stopping me [Outro]