Shangri La Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist

Read the full Shangri La lyrics by Freddie Gibbs and The Alchemist along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Freddie Gibbs's music, you can also explore Gas Station Sushi and Lavish Habits, two other songs by Freddie Gibbs.

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Hit the weed, drink the drink up and toot the blow
Yeah, yeah
Tell a ho, (??), check, check, yeah
Meet your (??), check, check
Tell a ho, (??), check, check, yeah (Yeah, ho)
Tell a ho, (??), check, check, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Woke up and hit the dope
Yeah
I done made it, the good Lord done gave me a whole 'nother twenty-four
I got two b!tches in Malibu making a movie, this s*it here the movie score
Hit the weed, drink the drink up and toot the blow
Tell me, is you a stud or is you a ho? (Woo, yeah, ho)
Fu*k it, I love 'em both
Baby mama and mistress, nut in 'em both
Rock-a-bye baby b!tches want child support
Rock that ice in her face, then I rock her boat
Let me post up at your place and chop the blow
Let me post up at your place and catch a Vic
Let you slide in this DM on freaky s*it

[Pre-Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Now I wonder, if I ever crossed you or lost you
Would you ever set me up, wet me up?
Yeah, you a sneaky b!tch

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
How many licks, ho? Yeah
How many tricks, ho? Yeah
How many d!cks, ho? Uh

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
B!tch, I don't wanna know
Girl, this ain't your first trip, you been 'round before
Fu*ked some rich n!gga, fu*ked up the town before
B!tch, your heart was already broke, I picked it up off the floor
So I can't be responsible, this s*it was optional, yeah
I was thinking 'bout taking it in and just keeping one b!tch, but that s*it was illogical, yeah
Once I get up, a n!gga get lit up, I might hit your b!tch up, I can't make no promise, ho
Man, these b!tches got n!gga investing, it don't make no sense and it don't make no dollars, ho
Once I get up, a n!gga get lit up, I might fu*k a brick up, I can't make no promise, ho

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
How many licks, ho? Yeah
How many tricks, ho? Yeah
How many bricks, ho? What?
Hand me my pistol

[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]
Don't forget, hit that light by the window
I'ma pull up when I see the signal
I take cold-blooded killers on kick doors
If you ain't come to shoot, what you slid for?
If you run off on me, then you tweaking, b!tch
It gon' come back around, you can keep it, b!tch
I done have b!tches get on the Internet, try me like Zion, I'm still undefeated, b!tch
You a ho, then you broke, then you tweaking, b!tch
Sucking on the wrong d!ck, you ain't eating, b!tch

[Pre-Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Now I wonder if I ever crossed you or lost you
Would you ever set me up, wet me up?
Yeah, you a sneaky b!tch

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
How many licks, ho? Yeah
How many tricks, ho? Yeah
I hit her friend, though, yeah
So many tears, ho

[Post-Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Girl, this ain't your first trip, you been 'round before
Fu*ked some rich n!gga, fu*ked up the town before
B!tch, your heart was already broke, I picked it up off the floor
So I can't be responsible, this s*it was optional, yeah

[Outro: Freddie Gibbs]
You an option, b!tch
Baby, this s*it was optional
Yeah
And you know I got options, ho, yeah