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Segway to the art of comedy with a young man
Well I'ma let him come out and just entertain you
Ladies and gentlemen, this is...
Applying pressure got my diamonds wetter
Fuck a beat, see my choppers do it acapella
Money handsome, top a Benz I whip cause a tantrum
Don't ask him, cause all the shit I seen left a mark
Chapter 9:47, nigga fly, no Aladdin
Got December 27 on my rings and my wrist
Not religious with the shits, but make the profit like John
With these three 16's, nigga, fuck you mean?
See the girl of your dreams put me back to sleep
I'm barbarian, living vegetarian
Toss your bitch salad, give her carrots, make her count my green
"White girl, what's your name?" She like "Britney, bitch"
I let her play with my snake like she Britney, bitch
Who got rocks, paper, two bitches scissoring
Her new nigga named Bob, but he ain't built like this
Her new nigga named Bob, but he ain't built like... Lee
Y'all need to start spending some time with your kids
That's all I got to say
Excuse my common sense, we got dollars over here
Niggas wanna get the bread, got baguettes over here
How you aiming for the head when the crown over here?
Put that M on your head like Vegeta over here, uh
Smoking on that Babylon weather
Got them Billabong jeans with the matching Margielas
I'm a dog, then your whole crew times two
We got sticks in the trunk, we the roots, plus we got the Benz's
Women speaking in different accents, what happened?
We weren't supposed to make it, we ejected
My niggas stay frozen like the Seneca running
Get, got a high five when we still done our money
And fuck the presidents, I like mine in caskets
Fuck them broke hoes, I like mine with assets
Huff puff, blow your head off with passion
About four shots, y'all thought Pharrell was packing
It's critical, three 16's, I'm so biblical
Spend a couple decimals on vehicles
Then I drop the top, niggas know I ball like Fetty Wap
So the loner stay gripping, tell them niggas get the mop
Been this way since my adolescence
Turn my L's into lessons
Surrounded by the realest brethren
Who got a sweet tooth for cream?
Ain't street? No, sir, just L's we throw up like bulimics
But if the beef come, seek it
We keep the iron like anemics
Loner ain't fucking with the venom
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