diiiiiiiive
PREMIERE | http://www.basementmade.com/2016/06/09/clifton-beef-tells-stories-of-the-bars-on-ep/
Rap.Beat.Mix.Art | Beef
Prod. @Michael-Alan-Cooper
Lyrics
"Oh yaaa
How I make my money?
Well, partially from bartending
Bopped, I'm guaping
I'm a wine-o, I'm like gin o wine? (I'm just a bachelor)
She reaching, grabbing at my pants
I'm like god damn, somebody get ole girl a pastor (ayyy)
Be safe, get safe
There's a bottle by the safe, then it's too late
I close, and I don't really fuck with the ratio
I'm in it for ends, so give me the hen and the mic
I'ma need women of all body types to lose their clothes
Dreams and goals
And go for a young mogul
Tonight, it's a
Diiiive, you don't need no college (ayyy)
Diiive, you don't need much in your wallet (in yo wallet)
Diiive, you betcha I'm from the bottom (you knowww)
Call it what you wanna call it (ay)
Dive, dive, dive, dive
We don't even have clubs (nah)
Dive, dive, dive, dive
Bring your quarters, bring your ones (ones)
All my neighbors drink on me
Ladies skip the line too (arite)
Everybody gon get this work
Gimme cash or hit the curb though
I just took an L but I'm winning (winning)
I'm so fucking bopped, I'm spinning (spinning)
Ay, it's Grefe Gravy
A slur, swerve, limp, and an eye patch (duhhh)
This is Mad City, you can't deny that
You survive that
So put your guns down and hands up
Get your ones out, five, ten, and twenty
Shit a pop off quick, and you'll see it coming
When you're the one collecting the money
It's the dirtier the cash and the bigger the titties
Shout out Nitty Gritty, they gave me my first gig, I shitted
A Power Hour, I was serving with purpose
And I finessed my flick to that of a fiddlers wrist
Who just threw a brick through the window? (window)
His BM is still in the men's room? (mens room)
It's her bday and she just wanna get some (get some)
She met a rapper on Tinder and he did sumn (did sumn)
Who just threw a brick through the window? (window)
His BM is still in the men's room? (mens room)
It's her bday and she just wanna get some (uffda)
She met a rapper on Tinder and he did sumn (did sumn)
I'm off brown and blacks, browning and blacking out (oh)
I'm about to close, still around, I'll dick you down
I'll drill you deep like I'm fracking (huhuhu)
I know you ain't cactus
Oh yea, and I'm the bar manager if you didn't catch it (last call)
Now in twos back to my address
All my goons and all my ratchets
I got room for all that action
But only 3 spots on my mattress (stain)
Whooty all over the floor in my man cove I call the basement
Minimalist decorations, they're so basic but amazing
Diiiive, you don't need no college
Diiive, you don't need much in your wallet
Diiive, you betcha I'm from the bottom
Call it what you wanna call it
Dive, dive, dive, dive
We don't even have clubs
Dive, dive, dive, dive
Bring your quarters, bring your ones
All my neighbors drink on me
Ladies skip the line too
Everybody gon get this work
Gimme cash or hit the curb though"
