Nigo – Punch Bowl Lyrics

Punch Bowl Lyrics by Nigo (with Clipse)

Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends
You get to pick your own Benz
Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends
You get to pick your own Benz
The new bug eye front of my mama house
The new time off, private Bahama routes
My new attorney get Jeffrey Dahmers out
And all that shit I told Obama ’bout
Ask ’em

Shed nightmares of feds rushin’ in
Shed my world, they couldn’t touch us in
I got it and lost it and got rich again
While y’all sign papers and handin’ pictures in
Taught you to fish to become fisherman
I ain’t wash this money for you to risk again
We at Cipriani’s, we ain’t chippin’ in
N***** fighting to pay when you got richer friends
My manager started off as my publicist
He buy GT2s and bunch of other shit
My 4am friends that I trusted in
And twenty years later they still crushin’ it
So every vacation is still us again
It’s baby seats, back of the Cullinans
The new Bubba Watson without the mulligan
And I put all that shit under my government

My entire life’s been blessed beyond measure
If this marks the end of an era, it’s been a pleasure
The wings still raise on the Carreras
The dream still King, like it’s Coretta
The dream still big like Miss Violetta
My chain go bling, meet me in Dulles
Covered in tats like it was colors
The last narco without the mully
You can’t compare us to such and suches
Rappin’ in couplets don’t do it justice
Arm and hammer, you can’t touch us
We crossed our fingers before we flushed it
When it ain’t come back, I was disgusted
Flip my wig like I was Dudus
Die for my chain rather than tuck it
My crown is leanin’, I must adjust it

Punch Bowl Lyrics by Nigo (with Clipse)

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