Don't even know where to start lurking down the boulevard
Stressin' just a little bit so I pop out the mason jar
Momma wants a shining star workin' yea I'm grindin' hard
Chirpin' me ain't goin' far admire me a work of art
I'm so high in the nosebleeds f*ck a bitch talkin' down on me
I'm makin' stacks got the holy key I needa 7 figure salary
Pockets thinner than they need to be roll the dice 1 and 2s a 3
With my gang homies all I need secure the bag put it all on me
Never been a criminal thoughts to the paper recording it subliminal
Always been a lyrical ain't about ghost writing that hysterical
Yea I got the pot of gold, end of the rainbow do what I say so
All ya'll gotta know all of ya all of ya all of ya
Might be the GOAT, blunts Imma roll
Let's take a stroll, where Imma go
Nobody knows, bags Imma blow
Shinin' I glow, wilin' I know
Don't even know where to start lurking down the boulevard
Stressin' just a little bit so I pop out the mason jar
Momma wants a shining star workin' yea I'm grindin' hard
Chirpin' me ain't goin' far admire me a work of art
We came from the pit ain't shit you can tell me
I pull up so lowkey you dunno it's him we lurk in the Audi
A red solo cup that I filled to the brim it's got me all rowdy
It's me and KAYDEL he a part of the team and I am the founder
So gimme a mic and a beat and I show you a way you can make you a racky
She do it nasty she wanna pull into Walmart and f*ck in the backseat
This ain't a taxi get out the passenger shorty I ain't got time for you bitches
Gettin' to close to my business making a dollar a sentence
I might go touch down in Venice accumulating foreign lettuce
Gotta onion in my sweatpants used to keep it in my waistband
705 issa wasteland don't even cover my face man
I just pull up in a gray van get your valuables and I'm skatin'
Don't even know where to start I'm lurking down the boulevard
Stressin' just a little bit so I pop out the mason jar
Momma wants a shining star workin' yea I'm grindin' hard
Chirpin' me ain't goin' far admire me I'm a work of art
LURKING Video (MV)
Performed By: KAYDEL & P Doc
Language: English
Length: 3:54
Written by: Kevin Lampkin, Patrick Docherty
KAYDEL & P Doc - LURKING Lyrics
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Don't even know where to start lurking down the boulevard
Stressin' just a little bit so I pop out the mason jar
Momma wants a shining star workin' yea I'm grindin' hard
Chirpin' me ain't goin' far admire me a work of art
I'm so high in the nosebleeds f*ck a bitch talkin' down on me
I'm makin' stacks got the holy key I needa 7 figure salary
Pockets thinner than they need to be roll the dice 1 and 2s a 3
With my gang homies all I need secure the bag put it all on me
Never been a criminal thoughts to the paper recording it subliminal
Always been a lyrical ain't about ghost writing that hysterical
Yea I got the pot of gold, end of the rainbow do what I say so
All ya'll gotta know all of ya all of ya all of ya
Might be the GOAT, blunts Imma roll
Let's take a stroll, where Imma go
Nobody knows, bags Imma blow
Shinin' I glow, wilin' I know
Don't even know where to start lurking down the boulevard
Stressin' just a little bit so I pop out the mason jar
Momma wants a shining star workin' yea I'm grindin' hard
Chirpin' me ain't goin' far admire me a work of art
We came from the pit ain't shit you can tell me
I pull up so lowkey you dunno it's him we lurk in the Audi
A red solo cup that I filled to the brim it's got me all rowdy
It's me and KAYDEL he a part of the team and I am the founder
So gimme a mic and a beat and I show you a way you can make you a racky
She do it nasty she wanna pull into Walmart and f*ck in the backseat
This ain't a taxi get out the passenger shorty I ain't got time for you bitches
Gettin' to close to my business making a dollar a sentence
I might go touch down in Venice accumulating foreign lettuce
Gotta onion in my sweatpants used to keep it in my waistband
705 issa wasteland don't even cover my face man
I just pull up in a gray van get your valuables and I'm skatin'
Don't even know where to start I'm lurking down the boulevard
Stressin' just a little bit so I pop out the mason jar
Momma wants a shining star workin' yea I'm grindin' hard
Chirpin' me ain't goin' far admire me I'm a work of art
Stressin' just a little bit so I pop out the mason jar
Momma wants a shining star workin' yea I'm grindin' hard
Chirpin' me ain't goin' far admire me a work of art
I'm so high in the nosebleeds f*ck a bitch talkin' down on me
I'm makin' stacks got the holy key I needa 7 figure salary
Pockets thinner than they need to be roll the dice 1 and 2s a 3
With my gang homies all I need secure the bag put it all on me
Never been a criminal thoughts to the paper recording it subliminal
Always been a lyrical ain't about ghost writing that hysterical
Yea I got the pot of gold, end of the rainbow do what I say so
All ya'll gotta know all of ya all of ya all of ya
Might be the GOAT, blunts Imma roll
Let's take a stroll, where Imma go
Nobody knows, bags Imma blow
Shinin' I glow, wilin' I know
Don't even know where to start lurking down the boulevard
Stressin' just a little bit so I pop out the mason jar
Momma wants a shining star workin' yea I'm grindin' hard
Chirpin' me ain't goin' far admire me a work of art
We came from the pit ain't shit you can tell me
I pull up so lowkey you dunno it's him we lurk in the Audi
A red solo cup that I filled to the brim it's got me all rowdy
It's me and KAYDEL he a part of the team and I am the founder
So gimme a mic and a beat and I show you a way you can make you a racky
She do it nasty she wanna pull into Walmart and f*ck in the backseat
This ain't a taxi get out the passenger shorty I ain't got time for you bitches
Gettin' to close to my business making a dollar a sentence
I might go touch down in Venice accumulating foreign lettuce
Gotta onion in my sweatpants used to keep it in my waistband
705 issa wasteland don't even cover my face man
I just pull up in a gray van get your valuables and I'm skatin'
Don't even know where to start I'm lurking down the boulevard
Stressin' just a little bit so I pop out the mason jar
Momma wants a shining star workin' yea I'm grindin' hard
Chirpin' me ain't goin' far admire me I'm a work of art
Writer: Kevin Lampkin, Patrick Docherty
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid