Bodies on Fairfax lyrics

by

Prodigy of Mobb Deep


[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
Like Adam in that garden, but instead
I use the apple that I found to smoke my trees
When Eve come around, I ain't showin' no love
I'ma tell that ho on her knees
Snakes in the grass get p*ssed on, while I sip on crushed grapes
Gotta get paid at the end of the day
Freezin' off white, Miley Cyrus in a snowstorm
Can’t feel my face, body numb and my chest warm
Rolling acorns, lungs Akon
Liquor got my kidney like, "What's going on?"
Smoke so much, brain cell count low
Snort so much, might sniff my whole bank account
All day long, I roll that strong
Gas so loud, gon' lit the car alarm
Y'all b*tch n*ggas been warned
I’m on my sh*t and the night still young
Dior Homme on
Pull up on ya ho like, “b*tch what we smokin' on?”
Then I roll the weed up
She suck me up, spitting seeds not from the trees, bruh

[Interlude: Westside Gunn]
Fly sh*t!
These n*ggas want that fly sh*t!
Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot
Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, pistol-whipped the n*gga down the stairs at hall of fame
10-deep in front of Supreme all for 'caine
Diamond Supply fly up off the triple beam
Drive-bys out of Bentley Trucks, you should see the wings
DA wanna give me an odd future
sh*t I'm done with the hands but I'ma shoot ya (Now!)
Flight Club, size nine everything
Poppa pinked off and I’m on my gangsta lean
Last king surrounded by dirty ghetto kids
I’m undefeated, leave some shells in ya wig
We stash the yay in RVCA, ya wanna play?
Danced on the work like Morris Day
Ayo, Lord, I had the vision
I got my n*ggas all out of prison
Take them n*ggas designer hoppin'
Cop anything you want, n*gga, I got it
Money stacked to the ceiling
The n*gga moved wrong so I killed him (Doot doot doot doot)
Fly sh*t!
These n*ggas want that fly sh*t!
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