The money that shows the lies, I don't know why I try it first
It's $8.98
Oh, damn, I miss my fam
These drugs are damn deceitful
It's $8.98
Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100% proof
Adam, make it smooth
I'm Mr. Rebel
Rhyme invasion
A little spice, take my swag to all occasions
Now you're probably wishing that you would have the same sense
You know, defending it in the car, I'm harder than your greatest foes
Let's get off the key
Like a king of rap
All this weight I'm livin'
I'm washin' off another plate
That make me so sick
I lost weight
A.K.A. Mr. Louisiana
I'm just tryin' to paint the picture
When I'm rhymin' in this booth
So I get where the skin stick
A.K.A. Harry's dick
Yeah, I said it
That like shit
Stop like shit
All the cops right back
Look, dawg, don't be askin' me for a damn thing
Cops right back
Get a mask and an Uzi
Boss love
Hoodies and goodies from buddies
That understand
You can feel his butt
How you holdin'
I'm cruisin'
So relaxing again
Touchin' on that ass
Tryin' to get a feel
I got you slippin'
Like a banana peel
You be thappin' like Mr. Sterling
All these feelings I've heard
Stand
Feel his butt
How you holdin'
I'm cruisin'
So much life in your hands
Bitch
The money that shows their eyes
I don't know why I try it
It ain't
Ninety
Eight
All the time I miss my best
These girls are the best
I see
It hurts
Yeah
It hurts
Wanted a panel, man
You must be stupid
Everybody know I'm
Well, one is trash
There's another man's treasure for you, my dear
I'll be ready for whatever that she is yours
You'll never fool her
I got bars
You live on the other side of the lanes
You've got to point them out, baby
Bitch, you must be crazy
That'll wait on my return
I'm a slave to my mind
It's telling me I must be in a dream
Please, I just want to scream and miss
Man, I'm on the show
Don't do the regular stuff
Rearrange your props
You got to gain your friends' money
No lies
I just want to speak honesty
Any young niggas with visions will be sleeping
I want to see you choke
Gasping for air, screaming
I just want to f*cking die
Where did my time go
Chino Picasso - Treasure For You Lyrics
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English
The money that shows the lies, I don't know why I try it first
It's $8.98
Oh, damn, I miss my fam
These drugs are damn deceitful
It's $8.98
Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100% proof
Adam, make it smooth
I'm Mr. Rebel
Rhyme invasion
A little spice, take my swag to all occasions
Now you're probably wishing that you would have the same sense
You know, defending it in the car, I'm harder than your greatest foes
Let's get off the key
Like a king of rap
All this weight I'm livin'
I'm washin' off another plate
That make me so sick
I lost weight
A.K.A. Mr. Louisiana
I'm just tryin' to paint the picture
When I'm rhymin' in this booth
So I get where the skin stick
A.K.A. Harry's dick
Yeah, I said it
That like shit
Stop like shit
All the cops right back
Look, dawg, don't be askin' me for a damn thing
Cops right back
Get a mask and an Uzi
Boss love
Hoodies and goodies from buddies
That understand
You can feel his butt
How you holdin'
I'm cruisin'
So relaxing again
Touchin' on that ass
Tryin' to get a feel
I got you slippin'
Like a banana peel
You be thappin' like Mr. Sterling
All these feelings I've heard
Stand
Feel his butt
How you holdin'
I'm cruisin'
So much life in your hands
Bitch
The money that shows their eyes
I don't know why I try it
It ain't
Ninety
Eight
All the time I miss my best
These girls are the best
I see
It hurts
Yeah
It hurts
Wanted a panel, man
You must be stupid
Everybody know I'm
Well, one is trash
There's another man's treasure for you, my dear
I'll be ready for whatever that she is yours
You'll never fool her
I got bars
You live on the other side of the lanes
You've got to point them out, baby
Bitch, you must be crazy
That'll wait on my return
I'm a slave to my mind
It's telling me I must be in a dream
Please, I just want to scream and miss
Man, I'm on the show
Don't do the regular stuff
Rearrange your props
You got to gain your friends' money
No lies
I just want to speak honesty
Any young niggas with visions will be sleeping
I want to see you choke
Gasping for air, screaming
I just want to f*cking die
Where did my time go
It's $8.98
Oh, damn, I miss my fam
These drugs are damn deceitful
It's $8.98
Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100% proof
Adam, make it smooth
I'm Mr. Rebel
Rhyme invasion
A little spice, take my swag to all occasions
Now you're probably wishing that you would have the same sense
You know, defending it in the car, I'm harder than your greatest foes
Let's get off the key
Like a king of rap
All this weight I'm livin'
I'm washin' off another plate
That make me so sick
I lost weight
A.K.A. Mr. Louisiana
I'm just tryin' to paint the picture
When I'm rhymin' in this booth
So I get where the skin stick
A.K.A. Harry's dick
Yeah, I said it
That like shit
Stop like shit
All the cops right back
Look, dawg, don't be askin' me for a damn thing
Cops right back
Get a mask and an Uzi
Boss love
Hoodies and goodies from buddies
That understand
You can feel his butt
How you holdin'
I'm cruisin'
So relaxing again
Touchin' on that ass
Tryin' to get a feel
I got you slippin'
Like a banana peel
You be thappin' like Mr. Sterling
All these feelings I've heard
Stand
Feel his butt
How you holdin'
I'm cruisin'
So much life in your hands
Bitch
The money that shows their eyes
I don't know why I try it
It ain't
Ninety
Eight
All the time I miss my best
These girls are the best
I see
It hurts
Yeah
It hurts
Wanted a panel, man
You must be stupid
Everybody know I'm
Well, one is trash
There's another man's treasure for you, my dear
I'll be ready for whatever that she is yours
You'll never fool her
I got bars
You live on the other side of the lanes
You've got to point them out, baby
Bitch, you must be crazy
That'll wait on my return
I'm a slave to my mind
It's telling me I must be in a dream
Please, I just want to scream and miss
Man, I'm on the show
Don't do the regular stuff
Rearrange your props
You got to gain your friends' money
No lies
I just want to speak honesty
Any young niggas with visions will be sleeping
I want to see you choke
Gasping for air, screaming
I just want to f*cking die
Where did my time go
Writer: Chino Picasso
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