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Adam Oh - HERCULES (Official Audio)
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Adam Orringer-Hau
Adam Orringer-Hau
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Songtexte

Ah, I'm in the bay smoking broccoli come and rock with me Like DRAM, damn, love how my cash machine always talk to me And I'm a scholar no Socrates but they flocking on the gram, man My haters biggest hobby is stalking me Aye, you sapping up all my energy I can't entertain No entity that's constantly tryna make some amenities My money deep like the Kennedy's need a remedy to Ease up on these haters throw paper at all my enemies Wings on like Amenadiel know I been a lil quiet But you better not sleep on me like some Benadryl Ben & Jerry's my flavor I put in labor this so hot it Could burn you 'fore you listen come sign this waiver, ah Mic, mic 1, 2 sound check I'm so icy like the chain on my body I'm at your neck Got my money in the stash, and a hunnid on the dash And I know my shit is fire tell a hater run it back, ah I'm in the bay smoking broccoli come and rock with me Like DRAM, damn, love how my cash machine always talk to me And I'm a scholar no Socrates but they flocking on the gram, man My haters biggest hobby is stalking me (finish him!) I'm boutta flex like I'm Hercules Wearing Birkens while on Mercury cause Even in space, comfort come first to me See how my haters convert to me I'm the one like the first degree Ain't a question I know I'm the hottest certainly My squad is rolling where I go I'm boutta T-up like Iroh I Blaze up on the interstate guess I always take the high road I'm so fucking creative meanwhile you stuck in survival You best be minding your business or imma dog you like Fido This beat vibrate like a Xbox controller Weed got me sayin shit backwards like Yoda Out for the night like I slipped in a coma 11pm and I'm gone off the soda I got more range than a mafuckin' Rover But I need to balance my coke to my cola If you got money you should never show her Cause she'd kill for Christians, no witness, Jehovah Mic, mic 1, 2 sound check I'm so icy like the chain on my body I'm at your neck Got my money in the stash, and a hunnid on the dash And I know my shit is fire tell a hater run it back, ah
Writer(s): Robert Hirst, Peter Gifford, Peter Garrett, James Moginie, Martin Rotsey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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