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letra de third coast - idreese

[chorus part 2: idreese]
double cup and we jamming all night long
plus she know whats up:
i’m trying to feel my hands up on you

[verse 1: idreese]
it’s king idreese
i’m draped up and dripped out
on the beach: where i’m hanging out
shopping like a tourist, flip flops, armani sights on
her face glows like the city in the night time
i like her bari -ss, sun shades, palm trees
her hair like drank, slow mode in the coastal breeze
i call her, call her, i’d her all night long
in her t-shirt and a blue thong
stratosphere i’m on fire
my wrist looking like a sun dial
encrypted dial on g vault
all-spark all cars, no default
we street shark
so my g code da vinci looking crazy
these t.v. screens got interviews
ya’ll inception don’t phase me
i built my house with waterfalls
marble slate and cream cars
she still looking for her love like
where’s the seal of solomon ilahe salam
third coast king go hard
double cup while i sw-ng’ down cullen boulevard. (wha’sup?)

[chorus part 2: idreese]
double cup and we jamming all night long
plus she know what’s up:
i’m trying to feel my hands up on you

[verse 2: lucky luciano]
it’s lucky lu, i’m on fire
i need a cup of water
i be digging down your daughter
on the mic i go harder
i’m r-t-rded with the money
i go throw that throw that up in the air
shinning like a chandelier
this codeine, not no can of beer
hitting hard, sipping bar
coming down on twenty-four
i am a star
why don’t you come wash my car?
cut my yard and bag it up
it’s marvelous and fabulous
how bopper’s come and handle her
and i’m going platinum plus
banging screw-zu all the while
might have heard me freestyle
diamonds shining when i smile
money, guap’, by the pile
n-gga’s want to be me but
they have not paid their dues yet
playing round with lucky lu’
like playing russian roulette
i’m too sick and boys know
up on the mic they don’t want none
saw me with them army guns
i’ll bring your block to vietnam
luciano, and the grimm, and my homie gold toes
on the ground, still getting paid, and leaving haters exposed

[bridge: idreese]
thank allah
we on that jet life:
real g’s sip slow girl
and keep the lord on the tongue
even though we got
so many places to go girl

- idreese

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