Pull up in a chariot, tryna free all my guys with them slave chains call me Harriet
Forget makin blue faces I'm makin Tubman's and that's factual
I'm here on planet earth planeted in my faith like a tree and that's actual
Was hittin my lady from the back pull the wig off, I ain't know it was snatchable
A c d c me and my niggas in the car rollin loud lookin at the stars, as Im sittin on the clouds
No backwoods I'm rollin zig zags, I ain't following trends I'm tryna breath right when I'm 60
Not dyin wit a whole in my throat, thats the murder you wrote
Lil mama came over chocked the chicken out, knocked me out cold, murder she wrote
Its Rescate the one erbody talkin bout thats word of mouth, even got a clique in the south
Mob ties coast to coast, I been on the go, ini mini mine mo caught the flow by its toe
If the fans holla don't let it go, bringin in bank boughta get some mo
Me and the crew kickin it spitin Ebonics
Words flooding the old folks ears foul words crashin their ear drums like plates of tectonic
Talkin convergent lookin for a pretty little bitty bit who I can split guts just like a surgeon
Pussy good then money I get to splurgin long as that throat I get to purge in
I keep the cannon on me this ain't no joke my first name not nick
Messin with a chick who look like Kim possible , and her arch enemy
They both on my dick, I calledem both over to the crib now they frenemies
Dangers seen and unseen, lord protect me from my enemies
Been drivin my own life nah babgirl I can't give you a lift or a ride
I don't want no chick that can't text me and tell me when she outside
Need me a classy chick lil hood and got her own ride
Go to church on Sunday but still know how to ride on a Sunday
Shidddd idk maybe one day but let me get back to work, it's 2 am and it's Monday
Me and the crew kickin it spitin Ebonics
Words flooding the old folks ears foul words crashin their ear drums like plates of tectonic
Talkin convergent lookin for a pretty little bitty bit who I can split guts just like a surgeon
Pussy good then money I get to splurgin long as that throat I get to purge in
Rescate - Eboniks Lyrics
Rescate - Eboniks Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Pull up in a chariot, tryna free all my guys with them slave chains call me Harriet
Forget makin blue faces I'm makin Tubman's and that's factual
I'm here on planet earth planeted in my faith like a tree and that's actual
Was hittin my lady from the back pull the wig off, I ain't know it was snatchable
A c d c me and my niggas in the car rollin loud lookin at the stars, as Im sittin on the clouds
No backwoods I'm rollin zig zags, I ain't following trends I'm tryna breath right when I'm 60
Not dyin wit a whole in my throat, thats the murder you wrote
Lil mama came over chocked the chicken out, knocked me out cold, murder she wrote
Its Rescate the one erbody talkin bout thats word of mouth, even got a clique in the south
Mob ties coast to coast, I been on the go, ini mini mine mo caught the flow by its toe
If the fans holla don't let it go, bringin in bank boughta get some mo
Me and the crew kickin it spitin Ebonics
Words flooding the old folks ears foul words crashin their ear drums like plates of tectonic
Talkin convergent lookin for a pretty little bitty bit who I can split guts just like a surgeon
Pussy good then money I get to splurgin long as that throat I get to purge in
I keep the cannon on me this ain't no joke my first name not nick
Messin with a chick who look like Kim possible , and her arch enemy
They both on my dick, I calledem both over to the crib now they frenemies
Dangers seen and unseen, lord protect me from my enemies
Been drivin my own life nah babgirl I can't give you a lift or a ride
I don't want no chick that can't text me and tell me when she outside
Need me a classy chick lil hood and got her own ride
Go to church on Sunday but still know how to ride on a Sunday
Shidddd idk maybe one day but let me get back to work, it's 2 am and it's Monday
Me and the crew kickin it spitin Ebonics
Words flooding the old folks ears foul words crashin their ear drums like plates of tectonic
Talkin convergent lookin for a pretty little bitty bit who I can split guts just like a surgeon
Pussy good then money I get to splurgin long as that throat I get to purge in
Forget makin blue faces I'm makin Tubman's and that's factual
I'm here on planet earth planeted in my faith like a tree and that's actual
Was hittin my lady from the back pull the wig off, I ain't know it was snatchable
A c d c me and my niggas in the car rollin loud lookin at the stars, as Im sittin on the clouds
No backwoods I'm rollin zig zags, I ain't following trends I'm tryna breath right when I'm 60
Not dyin wit a whole in my throat, thats the murder you wrote
Lil mama came over chocked the chicken out, knocked me out cold, murder she wrote
Its Rescate the one erbody talkin bout thats word of mouth, even got a clique in the south
Mob ties coast to coast, I been on the go, ini mini mine mo caught the flow by its toe
If the fans holla don't let it go, bringin in bank boughta get some mo
Me and the crew kickin it spitin Ebonics
Words flooding the old folks ears foul words crashin their ear drums like plates of tectonic
Talkin convergent lookin for a pretty little bitty bit who I can split guts just like a surgeon
Pussy good then money I get to splurgin long as that throat I get to purge in
I keep the cannon on me this ain't no joke my first name not nick
Messin with a chick who look like Kim possible , and her arch enemy
They both on my dick, I calledem both over to the crib now they frenemies
Dangers seen and unseen, lord protect me from my enemies
Been drivin my own life nah babgirl I can't give you a lift or a ride
I don't want no chick that can't text me and tell me when she outside
Need me a classy chick lil hood and got her own ride
Go to church on Sunday but still know how to ride on a Sunday
Shidddd idk maybe one day but let me get back to work, it's 2 am and it's Monday
Me and the crew kickin it spitin Ebonics
Words flooding the old folks ears foul words crashin their ear drums like plates of tectonic
Talkin convergent lookin for a pretty little bitty bit who I can split guts just like a surgeon
Pussy good then money I get to splurgin long as that throat I get to purge in
Writer: Taevon Ransom
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid