Sarob. - Voodoo. lyrics

Voodoo Work hard, man, you gots to flex I wrote this in my room tryna be das efx All year n***as thinking i was lost, depressed Fought the stress Back with the raw finesse Brow line, that's the geek chic Don't test me n***a got the cheat sheet Petey wisto with a keystone, get the queso + beat so hard make the seat squeak Aww she just shiksa Nah she so vixen Whip it's like crisco Platinum like sisqo Boy off the wood i'm backing my sistas Boy off the wood, i'm black in ya system Trash the patch stitch; pa**ed the pastiche Few things i don't like: frauds + bad speech Find me in the cut if your girl wanna bless me Funk for ya a** -- fred wesley Brow line, that's the geek chic Don't test me, n***a got the cheat sheet (go'n give it to me, gon give it to me) X 2 Chip off the prep school, know i had to cop the chinos White girls love a n***a like i came with cappuccino Spent my whole year tryna get the a** from gina When i get the a** forreal I'ma clap it like arenas Still that nickel-plated tongue, mickle tricks on it Ain't a wrinkle in the flow or the sing-song & put me on your ringtone Go'n get to synching Know you hear me knocking... Go'n let that sink in I think i'll stay me on the humble tip Just so you know what i'm really about If a bum drain dreams when he's at the top No help when he tumble down Why the mind "so long" like "farewell" Came back on Sam ca**ell playing the same ca**ette Pray the aim correct I don't really like to talk, i just came to collect Hook