Lyrical Almanacs ft. Vy Lyrics

Baby I spray with the truth

Sprinkle some green in the soup

You better gimme the juice

Pouring it out for the views

Might have a need to abuse

Money and music the truth

Lying to make you my muse

Fuck up a bag gimme loot

Fuck the bag I take all of that and spread Lyrical Almanacs

Ease the pain, Novocaine, ride the wave with no chance on who to blame

I hear a story, gimme worry from a sorry man split with no agenda

Take the truth and feel the pain, grain of salt please, no not the splenda

Cause sugar and spice

Fill up the shawty

Who's fucking with I

Yeah you a cutie

But get in the line

Man a don dada

Take more than ya life

Cause purple pain, lose your brain

Swim away no escape

Drowning deep overstay

Hold your breath say my name

Gucci drapes on my frame

Make you stay amazed

Got all these rings

Not talking fingers

I'm winning like mamba

Question the hustle

While you riding Honda

Moving with grace while

I sprinkle and samba

Dance on em

Dance on em

Dance on em

Dance on em

Hit a two step and I'm moving in

Got all these rackies

I'm throwing in

Speak on my brothers

I'm laying him

YD and Vy

They be spitting hymns

Don't you confuse up the color with feelings

cuz mandem be stacking the dollars till ceilings

Mulah on Mulah on Mulah on Mulah

Rupees on Dollars on Euros in commas

Pistol is clicking with ammo from Shiva

Bass it be booming like Robin with Quiver

Speaking so sexy Jhene on Sativa

Doing the business like Ye on Adidas

Healing the people who drowning abuse

Losing our mental to spread out the fumes

Sitting on thrones that be covered in gold

No one can top us ww demons from old

You do not know we cheque out the door

You do not know, you do not know

Baby I spray with the truth

Sprinkle some green in the soup

You better gimme the juice

Pouring it out for the views

Might have a need to abuse

Money and music the truth

Lying to make you my muse

Fuck up a bag gimme loot

Matter of fact

Why don't you count it again

Who don't account for the ends

Business is booming, hello

Six tons for the write off in the Benzo

Who the one running this shit from the east to the west?

(Me)

Who the one running this shit from the west to east?

(Me)

Who the one running this shit from the coast to the coast?

(We)

Who the one playing this shit on repeat on repeat?

(Please)