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Socrates Video (MV)




Performed By: LarryHallOfFame
Language: English
Length: 1:58
Written by: Larry Hall




LarryHallOfFame - Socrates Lyrics




Aye

Hall of Fame

I'm getting high as astrology
Bitch think she know me she told me she follow me
These blunts hit me hard make me changing philosophy
Who hot as me
Old money stay on my mind got em calling me Socrates
I'm in my own section just like some soccer cleats
I'm in her back like a glossary
New pack in
Stuff that bitch up where the locker be
Hope it come in the mail gotta wait like the lottery

Make the pack jump off like Cris Cross
Put the seat belt on for lift off
These niggas all cap they rip offs
Lemon trigger just touch get the clip off
Left hand shooter like Harden
Every team gotta have a Dennis Rodman
Every nigga can't be Michael Jordan
Money coming in better hurry place your order
I'm in her mouth where the dentist be
Hit her in the dark won't remember me
Mercedes Benz truck with the emblem G
And my niggas stick up like den of thieves
Laid up in the crib smoking Urkle
Blowing on this haze and it's purple
Send a play my way get paid that's referral
They ain't really got gas these niggas smoke commercial
Got one pack to smoke, got one pack to sell
Niggas getting high as hell
Swerving in a space coupe
Is she gone roll with me(time will tell)
Touchdown LAX, new pack on deck
I got a bad lil Mexican bitch in the crib, and she here for the sex
My emotions tied in prescription drugs I don't know what's next
Pour a 8 in my Fanta and I'm getting real wavy, pour another 4 I'm getting real lazy
Pound of the gas but we got no blunts, bout to f*ck around smoke raw papers
Bout to hop up on the plane and head to Cali for some Runtz
Stop and catch a game bron and the Lakers

I'm getting high as astrology
Bitch think she know me she told me she follow me
These blunts hit me hard make me changing philosophy
Who hot as me
Old money stay on my mind got em calling me Socrates
I'm in my own section just like some soccer cleats
I'm in her back like a glossary
New pack in
Stuff that bitch up where the locker be
Hope it come in the mail gotta wait like the lottery
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Aye

Hall of Fame

I'm getting high as astrology
Bitch think she know me she told me she follow me
These blunts hit me hard make me changing philosophy
Who hot as me
Old money stay on my mind got em calling me Socrates
I'm in my own section just like some soccer cleats
I'm in her back like a glossary
New pack in
Stuff that bitch up where the locker be
Hope it come in the mail gotta wait like the lottery

Make the pack jump off like Cris Cross
Put the seat belt on for lift off
These niggas all cap they rip offs
Lemon trigger just touch get the clip off
Left hand shooter like Harden
Every team gotta have a Dennis Rodman
Every nigga can't be Michael Jordan
Money coming in better hurry place your order
I'm in her mouth where the dentist be
Hit her in the dark won't remember me
Mercedes Benz truck with the emblem G
And my niggas stick up like den of thieves
Laid up in the crib smoking Urkle
Blowing on this haze and it's purple
Send a play my way get paid that's referral
They ain't really got gas these niggas smoke commercial
Got one pack to smoke, got one pack to sell
Niggas getting high as hell
Swerving in a space coupe
Is she gone roll with me(time will tell)
Touchdown LAX, new pack on deck
I got a bad lil Mexican bitch in the crib, and she here for the sex
My emotions tied in prescription drugs I don't know what's next
Pour a 8 in my Fanta and I'm getting real wavy, pour another 4 I'm getting real lazy
Pound of the gas but we got no blunts, bout to f*ck around smoke raw papers
Bout to hop up on the plane and head to Cali for some Runtz
Stop and catch a game bron and the Lakers

I'm getting high as astrology
Bitch think she know me she told me she follow me
These blunts hit me hard make me changing philosophy
Who hot as me
Old money stay on my mind got em calling me Socrates
I'm in my own section just like some soccer cleats
I'm in her back like a glossary
New pack in
Stuff that bitch up where the locker be
Hope it come in the mail gotta wait like the lottery
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Larry Hall
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