Freddie Gibbs & Madlib - Massage Seats Lyrics
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    Massage Seats

    [Intro]
    Yeah, bitch say what's up, I said, uh
    Nigga, flip a brick
    Bitch ask me what's up, I said, uh
    Pimp a bitch
    Diamonds in the woodgrain wheel, nigga
    Nigga, Kane

    [Verse 1]
    Golden State the roster, my garage deep
    Floating in the foreign on massage seats
    Yeah, keep, keep designer on a broad feet
    I been water whippin' Earl Simmons, all my dawgs eat
    44 Bulldog, all my dawgs bite
    Flexin' AMG, pushin' redline through the red light
    Spot a pussy boy with a red dot, bust a headshot
    They got us in the scope, all this bread talk really fed talk
    Yeah, nigga, fuck it, get your money on
    Still takin' calls on this money phone
    Every Sunday morning, I hit Maurice with the MoneyGram
    He was major league, I'm pitchin' softball, underhand
    These niggas don't understand
    This ain't for soccer mamas, this for the underground
    Niggas was the shit last summer and now they numbers down
    Rappers gettin' jacked for they jewels, I keep that tool with me
    I go Makaveli on Hugh's brothers, bitch, who the menace?

    [Interlude]
    Yeah, Kane, nigga
    And I was hittin' bitches, I'm talkin' 'bout
    I was hittin' R&B bitches
    When a nigga was broke and shit, you know what I'm sayin', nigga?
    You know what I'm sayin'?
    Platinum bitches, you know what I mean?
    Bitches on the charts, you feel me? Yeah
    You know what I mean, not just really big bitches tryna get on, you know what I'm sayin'?
    Yeah, Kane Season

    [Verse 2]
    Yeah, nigga, fuck it, get your money on
    Still takin' calls on this money phone (Yo, what up?)
    Every Sunday morning, Keshia hit me with the MoneyGram
    Touchdown in the Chi and make that pussy do the money dance
    I should have a tux on in this bitch, me and money make holy matrimony
    Shot caller, put them shooters on you like D'Antoni
    Top dollar, lock me up and I make the bond, no
    Big baller, father, you my son like Lonzo (Bitch)
    Entertainer with a lot of trap contacts
    We pushin' packs 'cause in this rap, it ain't no max contracts
    With fifty on a nigga head, that's a trap contract
    And catch him with a car full and push they whole shit back
    Seats in the 600, push they whole shit back
    I flip a flow and do a show and get the whole clique racks, bitch
    Whippin' Earl Simmons, all my dawgs eat
    Golden State the roster, my garage deep
    Floating in the foreign on massage seats

    [Outro]
    Yeah, see, you gotta see, nigga, you know, you gotta understand (Yeah)
    I'm from Gary, niggas ain't used to no, no foreign cars, you know what I'm sayin'? (Fuck nigga)
    Like, I remember when
    When that nigga Ced came through with the
    C, C230 or some shit, C or E class, some shit
    I'm like "Nigga? Get out that motherfuckin' auntie Benz, nigga"

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