Yeayea... Smyth & Este...
We don't let the rest play, ay
Check it out
Goin' loco, ocho in the volvo
Slow poke dope flow open up no doors
So braggadocio, soul cold broke bro
Hope no folks throw blows at the woke ghost
No boast dont roast militant roaches
Known foes flow mo filler than hostess
Won't go crow over impudent tow trucks
So my cold should still enclosed in a bolt bus
Tearing pages in my dojo, blending fruit smoothies
For the mojo, I'm an old soul kicking it in NoPo
Stick up banks with a pogo
Your boyfriends SoundCloud only so-so
So don't hope for a response, there's too much time I need off
Like the time it takes to hee-haw to the bank bra
Uhn, I'm name dropping deities
Made a friend with misery, just a cutie with a mood ring
Make em fall to the knees it's the mark of the beast
I don't spark up a piece yo I march to the beat
Your hardest release, ain't harmin' me
I took the Bones from a Thug and found comedy
Who's he? Just plaguin ya rhythm, no plagiarism
Play with the wisdom til it stay within em, breakin divisions
Nay-sayers, all of 'em hidden in the basement sinnin
I'm prayin' with no religion 'cept for the bass to stay hittin
The cornball Johnny Tapia, met with Warhol
For chips and tilapia, we ain't never sloppy bruh
Writing with a hockey glove, rhymes is ice cold
I'm a maestro, can even do the dougie on a tightrope
Pyro with that fire breath, trying to require less
Do my best even if I never acquire checks
Best believe it's avocado toast for every breakfast
I'm beholden to the gold hidden in my minds crevice
Here with Smyth Spinitch cooking rice in a poop kitchen
Might write no limit fight the night no timid
Go figure no filter on the pictures
Flow killa, no fiction in the scripture
Jelly for my foes, it's that flying saucer prose
From the renegade poet, temperament never stoic
Take my coffee dark matter, left your canvas cum splattered
Cooked up Dumbledore in a chicken batter
Kicking it with masters, you slit your wrists for assholes
Ridiculous but casual and that's my bio bro
But yo... I'm like Terrance Madlib
While you be like Charlie Chaffed Dick, dope in the past tense
End the slackin, wrong time to be a liar
Send em packin', like Donald Driver
Rap flow runnin past wired teen meds
Half Joe Budden, half wiser cheese-head
Need bread? the NFL's got it strapped down
Roger that, never good-L's for the cash cows
But we don't move away we groove today so who's to say
Smyth & Este won't bless away the usury
Here with Smyth Spinitch cooking rice in a poop kitchen
Might write no limit fight the night no timid
Go figure no filter on the pictures
Flow killa, no fiction in the scripture
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Smyth & Este - Cookin' Rice Lyrics
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Yeayea... Smyth & Este...
We don't let the rest play, ay
Check it out
Goin' loco, ocho in the volvo
Slow poke dope flow open up no doors
So braggadocio, soul cold broke bro
Hope no folks throw blows at the woke ghost
No boast dont roast militant roaches
Known foes flow mo filler than hostess
Won't go crow over impudent tow trucks
So my cold should still enclosed in a bolt bus
Tearing pages in my dojo, blending fruit smoothies
For the mojo, I'm an old soul kicking it in NoPo
Stick up banks with a pogo
Your boyfriends SoundCloud only so-so
So don't hope for a response, there's too much time I need off
Like the time it takes to hee-haw to the bank bra
Uhn, I'm name dropping deities
Made a friend with misery, just a cutie with a mood ring
Make em fall to the knees it's the mark of the beast
I don't spark up a piece yo I march to the beat
Your hardest release, ain't harmin' me
I took the Bones from a Thug and found comedy
Who's he? Just plaguin ya rhythm, no plagiarism
Play with the wisdom til it stay within em, breakin divisions
Nay-sayers, all of 'em hidden in the basement sinnin
I'm prayin' with no religion 'cept for the bass to stay hittin
The cornball Johnny Tapia, met with Warhol
For chips and tilapia, we ain't never sloppy bruh
Writing with a hockey glove, rhymes is ice cold
I'm a maestro, can even do the dougie on a tightrope
Pyro with that fire breath, trying to require less
Do my best even if I never acquire checks
Best believe it's avocado toast for every breakfast
I'm beholden to the gold hidden in my minds crevice
Here with Smyth Spinitch cooking rice in a poop kitchen
Might write no limit fight the night no timid
Go figure no filter on the pictures
Flow killa, no fiction in the scripture
Jelly for my foes, it's that flying saucer prose
From the renegade poet, temperament never stoic
Take my coffee dark matter, left your canvas cum splattered
Cooked up Dumbledore in a chicken batter
Kicking it with masters, you slit your wrists for assholes
Ridiculous but casual and that's my bio bro
But yo... I'm like Terrance Madlib
While you be like Charlie Chaffed Dick, dope in the past tense
End the slackin, wrong time to be a liar
Send em packin', like Donald Driver
Rap flow runnin past wired teen meds
Half Joe Budden, half wiser cheese-head
Need bread? the NFL's got it strapped down
Roger that, never good-L's for the cash cows
But we don't move away we groove today so who's to say
Smyth & Este won't bless away the usury
Here with Smyth Spinitch cooking rice in a poop kitchen
Might write no limit fight the night no timid
Go figure no filter on the pictures
Flow killa, no fiction in the scripture
We don't let the rest play, ay
Check it out
Goin' loco, ocho in the volvo
Slow poke dope flow open up no doors
So braggadocio, soul cold broke bro
Hope no folks throw blows at the woke ghost
No boast dont roast militant roaches
Known foes flow mo filler than hostess
Won't go crow over impudent tow trucks
So my cold should still enclosed in a bolt bus
Tearing pages in my dojo, blending fruit smoothies
For the mojo, I'm an old soul kicking it in NoPo
Stick up banks with a pogo
Your boyfriends SoundCloud only so-so
So don't hope for a response, there's too much time I need off
Like the time it takes to hee-haw to the bank bra
Uhn, I'm name dropping deities
Made a friend with misery, just a cutie with a mood ring
Make em fall to the knees it's the mark of the beast
I don't spark up a piece yo I march to the beat
Your hardest release, ain't harmin' me
I took the Bones from a Thug and found comedy
Who's he? Just plaguin ya rhythm, no plagiarism
Play with the wisdom til it stay within em, breakin divisions
Nay-sayers, all of 'em hidden in the basement sinnin
I'm prayin' with no religion 'cept for the bass to stay hittin
The cornball Johnny Tapia, met with Warhol
For chips and tilapia, we ain't never sloppy bruh
Writing with a hockey glove, rhymes is ice cold
I'm a maestro, can even do the dougie on a tightrope
Pyro with that fire breath, trying to require less
Do my best even if I never acquire checks
Best believe it's avocado toast for every breakfast
I'm beholden to the gold hidden in my minds crevice
Here with Smyth Spinitch cooking rice in a poop kitchen
Might write no limit fight the night no timid
Go figure no filter on the pictures
Flow killa, no fiction in the scripture
Jelly for my foes, it's that flying saucer prose
From the renegade poet, temperament never stoic
Take my coffee dark matter, left your canvas cum splattered
Cooked up Dumbledore in a chicken batter
Kicking it with masters, you slit your wrists for assholes
Ridiculous but casual and that's my bio bro
But yo... I'm like Terrance Madlib
While you be like Charlie Chaffed Dick, dope in the past tense
End the slackin, wrong time to be a liar
Send em packin', like Donald Driver
Rap flow runnin past wired teen meds
Half Joe Budden, half wiser cheese-head
Need bread? the NFL's got it strapped down
Roger that, never good-L's for the cash cows
But we don't move away we groove today so who's to say
Smyth & Este won't bless away the usury
Here with Smyth Spinitch cooking rice in a poop kitchen
Might write no limit fight the night no timid
Go figure no filter on the pictures
Flow killa, no fiction in the scripture
Writer: Smyth & Este
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid