Ah, this beat so wet
That flow so cold
This ain’t child’s play
But Chuckey’s Home
In da city of Oakland
She a hawt hipster
Her name was Ebmud
She’s what said N.U.D.
N.U.D.
I pick up dead bodies for a living
I pick up dead bodies for a living
Liquid fire in my veins
It burns for every fucking day
I live without a bill to pay
A drink to drank
My soul to gave
Cavern, I hate
Stuck in my fat ways on a gentry plane
In my simple ways
I’m better dead than gained
In a church, I slave
In a church, I slave
(That flow so wet, house: wet, she sweat. Wet.)


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Oaklandia (ft. Yung Daplord) song meanings
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