Bitches Brew
From the Nest we hit spliffs, the lenses look like Clark Kent's
They wanna save hoes like Superman, but I just post up in the back
Couple of rows, kickin' back, relaxin' and sippin' and enjoyin' the show
The Nostalgia Boys line up, look like 95' Death Row
But the swagger just like Diddy and the flow, sicker than Wallace
All my dawgs left loose off they leashes, rubbers and greens stickin' out they wallets
I'm flyer than a pilot the cockpit, no room in the back
Yo mama had to sit up and f*ckin' lap it
Grabbin' all my pockets, I tell her, hey, keep holdin' on
Hold on
Just give me a second hold on
It's a HappySad records official release
I got the opps textin' me that they enjoy the album, bitch, please
I do the rappin' in between meetings and makin' the money happen
Off the phone, the lyrics might burn through the screen
Playoff O, might make an appearance but the truth is, I don't like to be in the scene
But the way I seen it now, he don't need it, cruise control
How we do it so effortlessly
He's not the same motherf*cker I knew back in 2019
It might be easier, just lay off the topic
But if I touch upon it
A couple f*ckboys gon' be mad
Handin' out the Instagrams, these bitches lookin' for new stepdads
And my new bitch ain't bad, more like evil, maybe heinous
And all the girls love Ozzy, you can call your boy Raymond
They all love to say I got the money and that's when all the girls came runnin
But I was pullin' honeys way before the curls or the company
Or the gallery
I had old bitches mad at me
Cut me off, cause I ain't give em' a chance
I don't flow over beats, bitch, I groove, I just dance
Oscar Solano - El Paseo Freestyle Lyrics
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Bitches Brew
From the Nest we hit spliffs, the lenses look like Clark Kent's
They wanna save hoes like Superman, but I just post up in the back
Couple of rows, kickin' back, relaxin' and sippin' and enjoyin' the show
The Nostalgia Boys line up, look like 95' Death Row
But the swagger just like Diddy and the flow, sicker than Wallace
All my dawgs left loose off they leashes, rubbers and greens stickin' out they wallets
I'm flyer than a pilot the cockpit, no room in the back
Yo mama had to sit up and f*ckin' lap it
Grabbin' all my pockets, I tell her, hey, keep holdin' on
Hold on
Just give me a second hold on
It's a HappySad records official release
I got the opps textin' me that they enjoy the album, bitch, please
I do the rappin' in between meetings and makin' the money happen
Off the phone, the lyrics might burn through the screen
Playoff O, might make an appearance but the truth is, I don't like to be in the scene
But the way I seen it now, he don't need it, cruise control
How we do it so effortlessly
He's not the same motherf*cker I knew back in 2019
It might be easier, just lay off the topic
But if I touch upon it
A couple f*ckboys gon' be mad
Handin' out the Instagrams, these bitches lookin' for new stepdads
And my new bitch ain't bad, more like evil, maybe heinous
And all the girls love Ozzy, you can call your boy Raymond
They all love to say I got the money and that's when all the girls came runnin
But I was pullin' honeys way before the curls or the company
Or the gallery
I had old bitches mad at me
Cut me off, cause I ain't give em' a chance
I don't flow over beats, bitch, I groove, I just dance
From the Nest we hit spliffs, the lenses look like Clark Kent's
They wanna save hoes like Superman, but I just post up in the back
Couple of rows, kickin' back, relaxin' and sippin' and enjoyin' the show
The Nostalgia Boys line up, look like 95' Death Row
But the swagger just like Diddy and the flow, sicker than Wallace
All my dawgs left loose off they leashes, rubbers and greens stickin' out they wallets
I'm flyer than a pilot the cockpit, no room in the back
Yo mama had to sit up and f*ckin' lap it
Grabbin' all my pockets, I tell her, hey, keep holdin' on
Hold on
Just give me a second hold on
It's a HappySad records official release
I got the opps textin' me that they enjoy the album, bitch, please
I do the rappin' in between meetings and makin' the money happen
Off the phone, the lyrics might burn through the screen
Playoff O, might make an appearance but the truth is, I don't like to be in the scene
But the way I seen it now, he don't need it, cruise control
How we do it so effortlessly
He's not the same motherf*cker I knew back in 2019
It might be easier, just lay off the topic
But if I touch upon it
A couple f*ckboys gon' be mad
Handin' out the Instagrams, these bitches lookin' for new stepdads
And my new bitch ain't bad, more like evil, maybe heinous
And all the girls love Ozzy, you can call your boy Raymond
They all love to say I got the money and that's when all the girls came runnin
But I was pullin' honeys way before the curls or the company
Or the gallery
I had old bitches mad at me
Cut me off, cause I ain't give em' a chance
I don't flow over beats, bitch, I groove, I just dance
Writer: Oscar Solano
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid