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Poncho Lyrics by West Egg Illuminati

Dopamean

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[Verse 1: Gatsby]
Lodge told me to kill em so I'mma kill em
Got the game nervous now tell me if you feel him
Remember these niggas telling me they ain't like my shit
Now they want beats, call Tyrone to make you a hit
And while you at it watch your career turn dramatic
The top flow like attics turn your stat quo into addicts
Shit is getting drastic on average I'm illmatic
They fall asleep on your beats they get ecstatic over my static
Talk to your girl she needed a good change
She walked to my bed gave me some good brain
I pull out to give her a pearl necklace but fuck it
I'm turnt up right now so I give her 2 chains
Keep wet it girl, I need a poncho
Ynic, head honcho
So dope corners missed me like a fish eye
Stay high off self, float in like black birds in a Vanilla Sky
Who you finn a try fuck outta my face while James Diotic clear the space
[Verse 2: James Diotic]
Yo school got me busy but I'm not gon' stress
Feeling kinda dizzy where's A Tribe Called Quest
I'm Buggin' Out, it's kinda muggy out
Not too much to do I guess I'm chillin' in the house
Passed out on the couch, out for the count
Counting wool in my skull, now I'm on a track
Watch as I lay
Single for today, what's love anyway
A condom and a baby momma momma getting mad
And I'm only saying half
Hear me now before I blow up on the graphs, like the neck of a giraffe
Ain't that something to see, just being honest with me
Cause if I lied to myself I'd be too blind for these beats
I'd be too blind for these beats
I'd be too blind for these beats
[Verse 3: Gatsby]
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, Shut the fuck up nigga quit talkin'
Before I pull the weapon of choice, Christoper Walken
On the wild side I used to be bitter
Now I hang with bitches who brain bad like John Ritter
Your crew hate, but I gotta squad of men that'll slaughter them
While I'm in my cardigan, Stacy Adams gracing the ottoman
Honestly I'm mad at y'all, catching up on your catalogue
I needed a couple of buckets of motherfucking adderol
Sleeping through verses like Atheists in churches
You be thinking shit is perfect, you'll be fronting from backs of hearses
Shit ain't working, remember these niggas hating my bars
Now I run it like Christopher before the charge hol' up
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West Egg Illuminati

West Egg Illuminati

About “Poncho” by West Egg Illuminati

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"Poncho" appears on "Dopamean".

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