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5.0 | Conversations Lyrics - The Yellow Album - Dom Kennedy

Flowmasters, top down 

Gold Daytonas, I ride around 

(When we in my 5.0) 

Swap Meet, Venice Beach 

You looking broke, not me 

I'm riding big, I'm shining big 

I hit her phone, come by the crib 

We in the pool, I slid it in 

I slid it in, I slid it in 

I take a quick shower then hit again 

That fat chocolate ass is like m&m's 

I got red hoes, I got yellow bones 

This the yellow album, rocking yellow stones 

OpM is the new Roc-A-Fella holmes 

My niggas in DC be rocking hella foams 

I get my grind on, in different time zones 

Man, counting all this money got my mind gone 

I feel like Derrick Rose 

in the rarest clothes 

$400 for the jeans, I bought two pair of those 

Y'all be sharing hoes, we comparing hoes 

I told her start working out; I'm just preparing hoes 

For the limelight, get yo mind right 

You still buying Louis bags, bitch you all hype 

White, Black, Asian, fat, I got all types 

As long as they riding we'll be all right 

Ok callers, we gone go 'head and open up these phone lines 

I need y'all to call in and let me know what y'all wanna hear tonight 

If you with somebody, you want me to put something on, we gone do that for you 

Right now what we gone do though, I'm a need everybody to call in 

If you ain't got nobody we need everybody to describe they perfect person 

And what would you say to that perfect person if given a chance 

How important is conversation? 

I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you 

I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you 

I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you 

Get down with you, get down with you 

Play this while you sleep so you never really sleep alone 

I'm keeping on to the break of dawn 

If the pussy tight stopped at the light 

Bagged your wife caught her looking twice 

She said "yea Dom go head boy you looking right" 

Know I got my stripes I could never live a rookie life 

Still tryna get up in the nookie plus her cookies nice 

She give me private shows and don't have to pay the booking price 

Tasha wanna give me 2 mil for the booking rights 

If I lived in New York I'd probably be the Brooklyn type 

Niggas from the hood don't be acting all shook at night 

Tattoo tears and niggas never even took a life 

I swear to y'all niggas nowadays don't be looking right 

Its girls in the kitchen that don't be cooking right 

With so much drama from my old Bm 

It's kinda hard being from this fucking OpM 

I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you 

I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you 

I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you 

Get down with you, get down with you 

You know what I'm saying? Now look at me 

Now look at me you know when I was little I used to hop in my dad's 

Back then they would have the little 325's, you know stuff like that, them type of cars 

You would hop in and be like man, look at the leather, look at the buttons 

This is it, this is living it 

That didn't seem that long ago and now it's like 

My dad get in my car and man this is like being in a jet 

 

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