Casamigos Songtext
von Noah

Chris Patrick:
I′m like Damian Lilliard

From the smoke,
We made a blaze
Trailed from the spade of killer

I keep a blade
Raise for the cut up
That's a fade on the dealer

Copped up some J′s
Without the Johnson
Medicated Margeillas

Step out the booth
And leaving that Abe
Sparked


I need a wave check
Tsunami spin
No great ark
Two mami's
Kawasaki on the dick
Until i play parts

Double team
I splatter that
Fill the hole's with plaster
Bob a build a hoe
To master that

Visionless no cataracts
Pigeons on my Twitter
I can′t flock to those who after that
Missionary bitchss
Not religious
But they bussing shit like Christian
In a Sunday service mass in fact


Talk to God
If you looking
For something holy
Sins of the father
Perpetually fill my homies
Wins of the Martyr
I′ll die on this hill here lonely
If them seeing one more 24
Means me becoming Kobe
I will sacrifice like Gladys Knight
Midnight Trains till they ghost me

Oh lord, oh lord
Lost my mind in Lo store
Yo broad looking like my co star
So far no bra left tied
Left eye on the tl, c
All these females wanna be a nigga DL
He yell, never will I see hell
Smoking choking on the PJ on my spreewell
Details got me like a catalog
Left my latest bitch cause she had a flaw
Never had it all bet I had it raw
Had to call god up
He applaud us for the sixteen
Every line is luxury, butter with the cutlery
Mental been on sensu
Since the close my nigga wind tube
Yeah
I hope 2-4 resting easy, mamba mental got them serpants on my GG
3 peat with a trio out in rio for my gday

I'm not a legend I′m not a legend
You could find me with a weapon prepping
For every second I got in question
I got a monologue for every day I ever got thru
If I shot you that's my charity
The clarity on god roof
My eyes red as the piru
I do, get a kilo from the alley
Then I flip it like it′s gabby
I'm a wizard when I′m whip it I make magic like I'm bradley,
Keep a mill or two up in the coupe
Accelerate
Pretty nigga posture I give props then give your girl a date
Curl a 8th, reminisce on when I'd get the curly fade
Vicious grin, loud wit it
Y′all still whispering y′all sentiments
Benjamins, tinted rims
Crimson on my bitches heel
Whipping only vintage wheels
Missing if we grip the steel
Ctatted on my body
Fuck the ink up in this notebook
Try to write ya name and choke up
Gotta bite the hand that hold us
In a plane where we don't focus
Slit a vein and let it show cause