The Rivington Songtext
Yeah, this shit beautiful, nigga
The Free Nationals
Look, Pyrex has got the cocaine resi in it
See the wrappers in the trash, we was heavy whippin'
Used to bag it up in Vanessa kitchen
Fifth close, cross the mob, let the dezzy lift 'em
Told him, "No trappin' 'round here," but he ain't never listen
Had my youngins kick his door, now his fetti missing
They found his body, but his head is missin'
The Free Nationals
Look, Pyrex has got the cocaine resi in it
See the wrappers in the trash, we was heavy whippin'
Used to bag it up in Vanessa kitchen
Fifth close, cross the mob, let the dezzy lift 'em
Told him, "No trappin' 'round here," but he ain't never listen
Had my youngins kick his door, now his fetti missing
They found his body, but his head is missin'
Spent his bread with my jeweler, he made the Presi' glisten
Blood bottoms got the pony hair
Three racks, went to Christian and copped the only pair
I put up numbers, nigga, Kobe here
Diamonds in the Rollie clear
Grammy week with twenty of my homies there
Holla, holla, holla if you want to
At my suite (I got you, oh)
Holla, holla, holla if you want to
At my suite (I got you, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yo, you like to bag all my dope, cook all my dope
I had to get 'em OT, you took all the dope
Payin' niggas no mind, them other niggas broke
Shoot outs, the .223s, hand me my scope
You the best bitch ever, plus you cook the best jerk
All pink FNH in your purse
We love to eat, watch the ocean
When we get home, I'ma eat you 'til you cry Buy you furs in July, just for nothin'
Shot up your ex-nigga house, I was buggin'
You lookin' at me when you suck it
Do your moms know you do that?
I blew your back out first day
"Yo West, can you nut on my face?"
I fell in love right then
Holla, holla, holla if you want to
At my suite (I got you, oh)
Holla, holla, holla if you want to
At my suite (I got you, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Blood bottoms got the pony hair
Three racks, went to Christian and copped the only pair
I put up numbers, nigga, Kobe here
Diamonds in the Rollie clear
Grammy week with twenty of my homies there
Holla, holla, holla if you want to
At my suite (I got you, oh)
Holla, holla, holla if you want to
At my suite (I got you, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yo, you like to bag all my dope, cook all my dope
I had to get 'em OT, you took all the dope
Payin' niggas no mind, them other niggas broke
Shoot outs, the .223s, hand me my scope
You the best bitch ever, plus you cook the best jerk
All pink FNH in your purse
We love to eat, watch the ocean
When we get home, I'ma eat you 'til you cry Buy you furs in July, just for nothin'
Shot up your ex-nigga house, I was buggin'
You lookin' at me when you suck it
Do your moms know you do that?
I blew your back out first day
"Yo West, can you nut on my face?"
I fell in love right then
Holla, holla, holla if you want to
At my suite (I got you, oh)
Holla, holla, holla if you want to
At my suite (I got you, ayy, ayy, ayy)
