Lyrics
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Intro: Faye Webster
Day that I met you, I started dreaming
Verse 1: (idk WHATMORE well enough to distinguish each member, I’m sorry)
Finna rap on a song by a white girl
Floating on a beat like a kid a SeaWorld
Gang finna pop like the kernel
Hoppin’ on the J train, Broadway Myrtle
Verse 2: (idk WHATMORE well enough to distinguish each member, I’m sorry)
I like my chopped cheese the Ocky way
Bro put a Pop-Tart and Funyuns in that bitch, he wilding
Cutting edge, I like the AriZona for the bev
All my homies on the forefront got harmony
Top place commodity
Verse 3: (idk WHATMORE well enough to distinguish each member, I’m sorry)
And she yelling, “Yeah, baby” like I’m Austin Powers
And this beast so dirty, need a shower
And my opps need a milkin’, they a coward
Still got the magic, dunkin’ like I’m Dwight Howard
Verse 4: (idk WHATMORE well enough to distinguish each member, I’m sorry)
Yeah, I chopped the top off, we cruisin’
On my home alone 2 living, I let the birds in
Fifth ave stay at the Plaza Hotel, living foolish
Penthouse, we bumpin’ Stevie Wonder’s contusion
Blinded by how she movin’
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