Words2LiveBy Lyrics – El Cousteau

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[Intro: El Cousteau]
Yeah
Oh my fu*king god
Yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Uh, woah
Cocį in there, making beats and s*it (Uh)

[Verse 1: El Cousteau]
I get some pu*sy when her head ain't enough
I'm always falling in love with a ho
I took both of my b!tches to dinner today
I send the address if you feeling a way
Got no respect for the b!tch, no patience for the ho
I be driving the Benz, I be smoking the smoke
We gon' rob us a n!gga, he ain't did that before
See the thot in her eye, she a pretty ass ho
She be fixing her hair in the mirror on the phone
I be talking to my cousin out the feds on the joint
Compartment sit under the passenger floor
My hands on the fire, but my mind on the road
Don't let your ego get beside you, bro
We run in residential houses and homes
I be fu*king the b!tch, I be pimping the ho
S*it got crucial, so I tightened the rope
Smoke more than Bob Marley, then scale white boy
I park the coupe when I spend the night over
It's hollow-tips falling if a hand get put on me
B!tch ass n!gga gon' die for the purping
I'm in northeast where it's unsolved murders
I take a b!tch and I show her her purpose
I'm selling flower, now which one you working?
Got a line in Virginia for choppers and Percocets
Woah, for sure, s*it, I valet park it and crucifix it
When a thot call me I'm like, "Who is this?”
I'm with raasclaat n!ggas and Benjamins
If I get really mad, dog, I might kill a man

I'm in San Francisco in a mini van
Ten thousand dollars on business plans
I'm ducking task forces out the Sprinter van, woah (Okay)

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Fine chocolate, s*it like Godiva
Cut off my dog, he step outta line
Chlorophyll water and ashwagandha
Some of these feelings is hard to describe
Put on some weight, now I feel like a lineman
I'm in the Bay like a Raider or '9er
I broke the cookie, the fortune was fire
I'm not okay, but I'm gon' be alright
Burberry zip-up run me three thousand
Never seen no s*it like this in your life
Eight ball sunk in the side pocket
Couldn't lose, I put some spin on the white
.456, felt the itch in my palm
They think I loaded the s*it out the dice
Big face Benji, the Wizard of Oz
Heart of the lion, you missing some stripes, yeah
Free Gaza, we on the corner like Israelites
Ain't look at the wristw*tch, still knew the time
It's raining missiles out of the sky
I took the torch and—yeah
I take the torch, make the temperature rise
Give you the real s*it until I expire
The milk done been spilt, b!tch, why is you crying?