Lyrics : Andrew Joslyn/Demetri Simms/Rell Knox/Kirlan Labarrie/Pacal Bayley/Jan Branicki/Reese Boone
Music : Andrew Joslyn/Demetri Simms/Rell Knox/Kirlan Labarrie/Pacal Bayley/Jan Branicki/Reese Boone
You know that sound? Haha
Clase Azul for when we feeling' blue
We celebrate the 42
This is Gothic Luxury
The eyes always roll over, we ain't trippin' off no shit
You feel me? Haha
Meechy Dark, but we keep it light
We just let the vibes flow, we don't force 'em
Matter of fact, only time we force 'em is when we rocking' the all whites
We call 'em uptowns where we from, you know I'm sayin'
Revenge be the sweet, it's like a thick shorty with bad teeth, but you still gon' take it down
Ayo, it's Meechy Dark
Like I said, it's Gothic Luxury, my name is Rell Knoxx
I'ma intro youth this, to this luxurious production, we here, what you saying
Meech, let's get it
Vengeance is in the path to glory, but revenge feel better
Than being the only man in an orgy with fifty d**ks
Last week I got my palm read from a gypsy, she said I got a dark past
And "karma's only inches away from where you're sittin"
Pulled my arm away and said "B***h, you better tell me different"
She said that"You deserve what you're gettin'"
I paid her in counterfeit money hopped in the car and revved out my engine
**** it, rather die a feared b***h than a scared b***h
Yeah, b***h, I said yeah b***h, ironically this year b***h
My vision far from impaired b***h, it ain't clear b***h
Who sent you here b***h? Shots in your head, b***h
Army guns with the hair-triggers, brand new lungs,I smoke different
Burn money, crack jokes at broke b*****s(Pow, pow)
This was the joke, I smoke b*****s
Twisted logic, twisted chronic
Higher than Beyoncé budget I'm just ****ing honest
I rather die on the streets than die from police
Rather die with my pride than die on my knees
Like a b***h, like a b***h, like a slut Like a skeez, like a flea, like a cat
Like a mutt, take these, matter fact take this
Switch gears, same speed
Bad b***h got a ego, that I learned how to feed us
Might just see some sesame
Baddie from Indonesia **** me for a Visa
Still can't tell if she wanna be here
Or be here, but **** it, b***h, we here
My voice is an instrument, b***h, I don't need snare
Or bass and the treble
Come **** with the devil if you prepared
It ain't sinnin' if you winnin', I believe that
Life's a trip, I'm just chillin with my seat back
Vroom, vroom, middle finger as I speed past
Eyes wide open'til I see a hundred mil'
If I listened to you b*****s, I wouldn't be here
I'm just prayin' I can get the mansions on the hills
I'm just prayin' I can get my girl the latest heels
Curses(Curses), they put curses on me
(Curses on me)
They put curses, but it ain't workin' on me, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Curse me, curse me, curse me, curse me, ooh, Lord
They tryna curse me
Why you wanna break me down?(Why they wanna break me?)
Why they wanna break me down?(Why they wanna break me?)
Why they wanna break me down?
Curse me, curse me, curse me, curse me, ooh, Lord
They tryna curse me
Still tryna break me (Still tryna break me)
Why you wanna break me down(Why you wanna break me)
(Down)
Shout out to all the hating b*****s watching face
l just make sure the ladies love us more(Haha)
This a celebration, we got so much 42
You would think it's Times Square train station
Ayo, my life's a movie, but you'd never be able to play
Now I just want you to remember that forever and always
Not with a script, not with a crew
Not with a cam, not with a booth