Riff Raff, Yelawolf, Paul Wall — TURQUOiSE TORNADO FREESTYLE
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[Intro: Paul Wall]
Paul Wall
Ice, Ice man, Ice man Paul Wall
Ice, Ice man, Ice man Paul Wall, baby
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Ice top notch, guap over thots
Better give me my props, Tinseltown watch
Tear drop star studded, grill flooded
Big budget, cup muddy, yeah buddy
LeBron James, Riff Raff, the rookie on my wrist
Kobe Bryant rings on my fists while you piss
Watch this: I can quickly turn heads like a wrench
Whole lot of Benjamins, the opposite of penny pinch
[Interlude: Yelawolf]
Paul Wall, Catfish Billy
Riff Raff, bitch
[Verse 2: Riff Raff]
I gotta start a business before I start a family
I was age 10, promethazine in the pantry
I don’t wanna be fancy, I just want my diamonds dancing
Ten bricks out in Denvеr, it’s the white Marcus Camby
Candy cane Lamborghini, it’s thе syrup sippin’ Santa
Should’ve won a GRAMMY, Jolly Rancher Fanta
My mansion Miami, way out your jurisdiction
I keep Versace vision, Moncler mission, guard gated subdivision
The ones that say fuck bitches, man, they probably don’t fuck bitches
Surrounded by women since I ain’t had a pot to piss in
Made over a million a year since 2013
Clean queen and Celine jeans, let her recruit the whole team
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Yeah, I broke the program, put snow in her nose to a slow jam
The boy’s snow ballin’, the abominable snowman
Leather and a spiked choker, she woke up and it was, «No, man,»
Chosen to the bar, I’m chosen, chewin’ her jaw, like Skoal, man
Spittin’ these sentences, I sentence you to the row, man
‘Cause I, um, got it locked, mojo out of control, man
Slow roll in a stolen Pontiac through the backroads
Choppin’, I got no doughs, man, bumpin’ Billy Ocean
With a flask of that potion, two cups in a cold Coke can
Two shots of that Creek, I’m leakin’, I’m movin’ slow, man
Me, Riff and Paul hit the mall with a clique of dogs
In a fisted car, six pistols and no security guards
It’s the squad, hangin’ tough like a thick big broad missing her bra
With a hard pack, like a brick in the car
[Outro: Yelawolf]
Catfish
Yeah
