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Billy woods ft. Karniege and Vast Aire - “Drinks” [Emcee(s): Karniege, Vast Aire, and billy woods] [Producer(s): DJ Marmaduke] [Verse 1: Karniege] Hickory Dickory Dock, what I spit out be hot Get buried with rocks trying to mess with my moms Or my sister and the missus, they be handling sharp Objects. I’ll be honest: it’d be better to run like P. Diddy through streets gritty or suburbian Move in a hurry, and, toys, we be herbing them Many people scurrying, little characters scrambling Ghost if it’s mannequin, get backed up in ambulance Son needs funds ‘cause tour dates they’re cancelling Quit lip-babbling and not business-handling Mighty Joseph got heat, others got weak. Bruh, other than that We got hands and feet techniques that Draw fans to us, trying to touch our wears, pushing Their girls to talk to us like, “Go, go, go over there.” (“OK!”) “Hug his body and get the autograph.” By The time he tried to holler, me and shorty just flashed [Hook: Karniege] It’s like Stay in the mix like a Kool-Aid drink Spilling out hot any time the ink Touch the pad then float off paper Cut through speakers with so much flavor [Verse 2: Vast Aire] Yo, I had To tighten up my game ‘cause CEOs is lame (Yeah, yeah) Couldn’t be straight-up? That’s a shame Hah. Mighty Joseph (Mighty Joseph), here’s a close-up (Here’s a close-up) with a telegram from the Son of Sam I came up without the upper hand. There Was no window to throw piss from the pan, so We smoke endo, counting cake in our hands You fucking up the dice game, taking a chance I’ll show you my dice game swinging my lance You’re still standing there, pissing your pants I’m that same OG with the dip in my stance Aiki’, jiu-jitsu, you don’t want to dance (You don’t want) (To dance) with the Devil (Hah!). I’m like Seagal (Oh!) But I’m harder to kill—it’s just part of the Skill (Haha), and you ain’t even half as ill I’m a livewire, metamorph into fire [Hook: Karniege] It’s like Stay in the mix like a Kool-Aid drink Spilling out hot any time the ink Touch the pad then float off paper Cut through speakers with so much flavor [Verse 3: billy woods] Flex with lines and blow out your loafers ‘Cause I got to get mine like Angolan poachers. Wild pigs Stay reaching for holsters, but ours Was closer, so now I got a hot pocket from the toaster Plus headlining on all wanted posters Who needs promoters? I might end up behind bars Hopefully the type with coasters. I know I’m not Supposed ta like a Wahhabi reading the Torah. Nine spliffs like Hanukah gifts—pass the Menorah. Nigga, look at your lawyer That cheap suit means you’re going in, duke. Might as well Come to court in Timberland boots, smelling like Tropical Fantasy and Absolut, argue ‘til the point’s moot Cargo sagging, flagging—that’s [?] Tagging (literally). Treat the hood like Level 4 of Double Dragon, cock her legs back in a wood-paneled station Wagon, leave it to beaver I do dirt like a preacher—pleased to meet ya That’s Vast with the meat cleaver just to garnish A raw Karniege, got emcees drinking foreign ish And all they can say is, “Gosh darn it Look what these broke-ass negroes started”
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