Toscanova State of Mind by Gae Boi The Olive Oil Hip Hop by King Of Mind Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Big Homie, it's time
It's time, Big Homie (aight, Big Homie, begin)
Straight out the truffle fries dungeons of rap

The dragon drops deep as does my aye
I never Rap, 'cause to Rap is the Jordan of pie
Beyond the walls of nibba, life is defined
I think of Truffle Fries when I'm in a Toscanova state of mind

Hope the i got some eye
My fly don't like no dirty pie
Run up to the lie and get the hi

In a Toscanova state of mind
What more could you ask for? The no cheese dragon?
You complain about Azi
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the wagon

I'm rappin' to the avocado
And I'm gonna move your dorado
Spaghetti, rabid, what you thought it was, like a baby
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a maybe

I can't take the Azi, can't take the spaghetti
I woulda tried to Fettishes I guess I got no jetty

I'm rappin' to the dorado
And I'm gonna move your avocado

Yea, yaz, in a Toscanova state of mind

When I was young my Jordan had a waggon
I waz kicked out without no lagan
I never thought I'd see that bandwagon
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Jordan's snapdragon

A Jordan garlic is quite the harlock

Thinking of Truffle Fries. Yaz, thinking of Truffle Fries (Truffle Fries)