The Alchemist - Warlord Leather lyrics

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The Alchemist - Warlord Leather lyrics

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] Dipped and writ his own ransom Chest full of spliffs told the b**h it was cancer Hit the road for some months For the fan in the front row, getting punched out Screaming "Whoa" with his hands up The glorious ba*tard is back In that hoodie like a vein that collapsed cause it's black Sittin' shotty in the Mazda, pack cover lap and his His daddy like an answer, ‘cause he never had one Eyes all low on account of what the gra** done Higher than the Masten Five star telly, nice belly on the bad one Heavy with the raps way cause a n***a chip em out Be really what attract the b**hes Switchin' brackets with the taxes never actin' different Boney n***a think he's thin, kind of baggy With some n***as that be trappin', shippin' packages; Their cake is up Got my mama tripping like she jogging and her ankles touch Now I'm at the Waldorf stressin' Fidget with the zipper on the warlord leather Whisky with the spliff, because it goes more better Why bench him if he's scoring under full court pressure [Interlude: Action Bronson] (Coughing) Put me in coach Put me in coach I got this man I'm on fire tonight Telling you Uh [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Your b**h p**y smells like Sway's hat I'm like Swayze mixed with Sajak, in a straight jacket Aim the iron at your facial bracket You can't escape great magic My mind make the fishes swim in strange patterns Drift in the beige Satin Switchblades, new face, get the face tatted Inside my lungs look shattered Hanging backwards off a ladder EBT card got my baby momma face on it Big checks with my name on it, put my name on it My face is on the pen, cause I'm a G Looking for some other sh**, send 'em down the street Can't even compute on how much I spent on then retreat I spent up about a eleven thousand Yen just on the feet Another twenty seven thousand Yen just for the heat Play the guitar with my teeth (Yeyeyeye-ya) Coach called him off the bench, told his a** to sit down Motherf**er you were picked up in the sixth round Throw him in the tub that's filled with hot sauce I'm laid back, gettin' s**ed, eatin' nachos [Outro] You know it's me motherf**er You know it's me And it's me again Dinosaur legs in the building Yo, Gary! turn that sh** up, I can't hear it motherf**er

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