Letra de ' Lava Lamp ' de Stove God Cooks

I always had rich nigga dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas
I always had rich nigga dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas

My dawg just came home from a tough bid (He did)
I’m like, Fuck it, let’s run it up again (Let's get it)
You ain’t cut from the same thread that they sewed me up with
Tell them niggas that jumped ship I said, “Suck dick”
Stop cappin', you know I'm with the shit
I was down, now I’m up 10
Don’t think I should win? Then catch up then
You gon' need 3 treys and a foul though (Yeah)
You gon' need 3 k’s and a vial ho
I’m in the wraith banging "Old Town Road"
My shit coming, nigga, hold tight though
I’m in flight mode (I'm in flight mode)
Fifty shades whipping that white hoe, eyes closed (Woo)
Bird Box, nigga, the birds came in boxes, nigga
You gon' need to stand on a bird back to box me, nigga
That’s the only way your punches gon' reach God
All we got is blue hundreds and Rolls Royce key fobs
And them overseas blocks, them Vlade Divacs
Bitch, I’m Rich Porter mixed with Pete Rock (Bitch, I'm Pete Rock)
King of the re-rock (Woo!)
In the kitchen so long felt like we was waiting for Detox to drop
Now that’s a long-ass time

I always had rich nigga dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas
I always had rich nigga dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas

I got that next dimension ki for real (I do)
You say my name, you better be for real
You owe me, produce something better be Pharrell
Pretty-ass twins, I think I’m fuckin Bey for real
My immigrant baby
Her daddy deported for yay, I wanna meet him
She like, “Cooks, you crazy!” (Cooks, you crazy)
She knew if she take me, I’ll make this shit feel like the 80’s again (Woo)
I’m going crazy again (Woo)
Back to back to back the Mercedes again
I just bust a check open, they ready to pay me again (Woo)
Label couldn’t play me once, how they gon play me again? (How)
I told my shooter if the nigga live, then spray him again (Brrrrt)
I’m Egyptian in the kitchen building pyramids (Building pyramids)
Gucci rain boots for this muddy ass Sierra Mist
I brought some dead broke niggas back to life (I did)
I can make the blind see the flashing lights (Woo)
57 fit in the Sonata if you pack it right
I’m making future plans like, “Fuck we doing afterlife?” (Fuck we doing afterlife?)
I got it on my back like The Passion of Christ (Back like The Passion of Christ)
Yeah

I always had rich nigga dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas
I always had rich nigga dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas