"MiNt cHoCoLaTe" lyrics
1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, BADBADNOTGOOD & Westside Gunn Lyrics
(feat. Conway The Machine)
(1, 2)
(1, 2, 3, 4)
Ay yo, ay yo
Ay yo, my shooter hitting everything
Rollin off the wet (ah)
Stressing in that cell used to have to call collect
Now tassels on the Celine leathers I'm on a jet
I'm a land on the Rec yo steal sly out that stretch
320 a month laps around the sun
My shooter hummin ain't no sunshine
Loading up a drum (mmhmm)
Everybody father
Coke in a agua (ah)
Had to lay low I had a bitch in Cheektowaga (ah)
At minimum I had 50 soups in the locker (ah)
Touch mine stab you off adrenaline proper
I'm from the east side of hell
Where the devil way dolce
The Mac clip don't stop
Marni slippers all bozy
In the law library you should've heard black told me
Worthy pack ya shit up
Pulled off in a rosey
Thank God God chose me
The baddest bitch you ever seen
Told her don't touch the pony
(Super fly guy)
Look, look, ah
Pirates vision kitchen wet
I was whippin' got my wrists is like
I won the strongest man competition
Send the roadie on the slider mission
All my oppositions they talk to talk but they was not convincing
30 shots of ransom
Just looked at my account so more direct deposits hit it
Got my richest still in my prime but I just had the optimistic
I had some setbacks, but I remained optimistic
I'm out the trenches, hot pockets, mystics
Now it's lobster dishes (talk to em)
I nobody and these beats is what you know me for
All gold, crazy, but I got minds out the rolly store
Why you think the junkies always shooting like they Kobe for (ah)
Dope too strong, why you think they always OD for (woo)
I gave 'em a style, gave 'em a lane, that's what they owe me for (ah)
Put some homies on and gratitude, they ain't show me at all (fuck them niggas though bro)
Celine tote for my bra, Margiela coat and a fox
Scatter brain, open the jar, y'all niggas know who to go
Shit, bitch
(1, 2, 3, 4)
Ay yo, ay yo
Ay yo, my shooter hitting everything
Rollin off the wet (ah)
Stressing in that cell used to have to call collect
Now tassels on the Celine leathers I'm on a jet
I'm a land on the Rec yo steal sly out that stretch
320 a month laps around the sun
My shooter hummin ain't no sunshine
Loading up a drum (mmhmm)
Everybody father
Coke in a agua (ah)
Had to lay low I had a bitch in Cheektowaga (ah)
At minimum I had 50 soups in the locker (ah)
Touch mine stab you off adrenaline proper
I'm from the east side of hell
Where the devil way dolce
The Mac clip don't stop
Marni slippers all bozy
In the law library you should've heard black told me
Worthy pack ya shit up
Pulled off in a rosey
Thank God God chose me
The baddest bitch you ever seen
Told her don't touch the pony
(Super fly guy)
Look, look, ah
Pirates vision kitchen wet
I was whippin' got my wrists is like
I won the strongest man competition
Send the roadie on the slider mission
All my oppositions they talk to talk but they was not convincing
30 shots of ransom
Just looked at my account so more direct deposits hit it
Got my richest still in my prime but I just had the optimistic
I had some setbacks, but I remained optimistic
I'm out the trenches, hot pockets, mystics
Now it's lobster dishes (talk to em)
I nobody and these beats is what you know me for
All gold, crazy, but I got minds out the rolly store
Why you think the junkies always shooting like they Kobe for (ah)
Dope too strong, why you think they always OD for (woo)
I gave 'em a style, gave 'em a lane, that's what they owe me for (ah)
Put some homies on and gratitude, they ain't show me at all (fuck them niggas though bro)
Celine tote for my bra, Margiela coat and a fox
Scatter brain, open the jar, y'all niggas know who to go
Shit, bitch
