Olu's House (Feat. Elias, If Only, Patches, Martin j. Ballou, RNDYSVGE, Gracy Hopkins & The Kount)

Come through with a couple of brews To Olu's house (Still never invited) The smoke I blow got binary code Feel my glow spark pipes with the pope Ride in the ghost Like Midas with gold Name a kid from the 814 3-2-1 Sonin' em' like I am Filet in the fry pan No date for your lifespan New flav for your taste buds No hate for your fake love And when I grow old I'm still gonna die young Ms. Malia Obama Holla if you need dat ooh la la I could be your new dada I'll fix you chicken masala (I know it's tasty) [PATCHES VERSE]: I heard we the ones that you heard about I heard that you heard through the word of mouth If I had a dollar for Every nigga that's been overlooking Shit that's an absurd amount Shit I guess that the word is out Oh you heard that the wave is at Olu house Oh you heard them plays coming unannounced We been known But we glad that you know it now And they say “Patches, please wait up” I say wait for what I got paper to count I need paper cuts Heard my shit is good Well good ain't good enough Good ain't good enough No, good ain't good for us [MARTIN J. BALLOU]: Keep me on my toes Keep me on my toes Ooh ooh ooh wee Make me lose control Baby lose control Ooh ooh shawty [RNDYSVGE VERSE]: Now I'd be lying if I told you I was out here for just one night But I know that if I told you that You gon' do the things that I like I got good convo, pink drinks And I'm known to bring that I got good convo, pink drinks And I'm known to bring that pipe, uh So here's another new idea We gon' skip the bed tonight, yeah But be careful with the Ikea Cause I'm still paying it off, aight yeah Now what you doing with your clothes on Grab some chicken grease And put some gloves on Stand on your head and sing a love song I'm about to show you how to make love, ugh [GRACY HOPKINS VERSE]: Yeah I'm a foodie on a workbench Finally stickin' to the whole plan And I like my chicken with some breadcrumbs Cause we doing flour not cocaine Add a little egg mix it with the grease If you want the chick to be aggressive And start to focus like four players That's a wordplay That's my forte Oh mama, mama, lemme be your fadda We can be a thing like the Lannisters (wait) Hmm, I heard your ex-nigga Was a nigga that was basic I bet that nigga never had the boy's kick Lemme console you with the joystick And we don't speak the same tongue I'm teaching so she can play With the boy's dictionary What you thought, man [THE KOUNT SOLO] [NAJI VERSE]: Now I'm not one to tell you what to do But I'mma relay some rules to you First up, take your shoes off Lay back on the couch I wanna see that ass in some sweatpants now Are you comfortable It's been a while Since I seen your smile And I wanna make a move But you got me frozen Man, your thighs are golden And my eyes stay rolling Up and down Turn around Lemme see you some more Oooh Get you a grand tour This is the kitchen Look at all them dishes Lord, I need a witness Keep it moving Take you to the foyer Oh wait you ain't see the Bedroom floor yet Heh, we might not make it [NAJI HOOK]: Cause girl I got it bad For you I'm really really glad You came through Old boy don't know what he had But I do Yeah, I do Yeah, I do I got it bad Yeah, I got it bad [GRACY OUTRO]: Oh baby You had a new flavour lately We could mix the salt with the berry I play the cake, please play the cherry (cherie)