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Yo, the long trench wearer, money in my hand, I dare you To come and take this, find you in a basement naked Plus it's raining She took a sniff, now she dancing like she Usher Raymond See me swerving in the Lincoln with the Daytons
Seat colors Sanaa Lathan, kinda resembles fried bacon I shoot at your crew, put the spoon inside the Tiramisu As I sat there looking cute in a suit Shit, I made it cool To be yourself again without nobody helping 'em What is that, velvet? Yes it is baby, I'm a specialist All these fucking demons that infest the kid This be that shit that your grandfather's invested in Dad's back, your new shit I had that My new bitch is half black, beamer made the Hatchback I'm having flashbacks of razors in the ass crack Hundred thousand dollars all in one inside the trash bag A bunch of fiends, I'm having lunch in Queens A lot of hundreds in my Dungarees I'm at the garden sitting Indian style, that means I'm on the floor My skin is shining like it's Armor All Freak bitches like a carnival Bitch, I stay on the boat just like a barnacle I don't talk to no sons so bring your father through And I was born in December, paint the Impala blue Bitch, it's getting cold
She sniff blow, did the heel toe Off the wheel of the de Ville, then I peel slow For real though, I'm trying to get Shaquille dough Huh, I'm just trying to get Shaquille dough
Hang out the window of my sports car, I'm listening to Prince Bitch from Berlin is blowing me behind the tints Doves cried then I let my nut fly in a sluts eye I still in the mirror looking for one time When we were younger used to play in parks Now my hunger got me driving European sharks Lay in lofts, paint the hall in light ' moss Shit, I stay on the porch, lighting a torch up like cab lights on the Porsche Tan coupin' worth 10 of the Cam Newton Hand crafted Lands snoozing Susan, Woofin Baloozin, shorty from Wahaca Husband back in M?xico crosses out his life Check came in it was 3500 just on the stomach Imagine what we spent on weapons And I have a bitch draped up in leopard Joints filled up with pepper I'm straight from Queens motherfucker, what you reppin'
She sniff blow, did the heel toe Off the wheel of the de Ville, then I peel slow For real though, I'm trying to get Shaquille dough Huh, I'm just trying to get Shaquille dough
My bitch gallop like a tan deer Stealing outfits from the Tangiers I been a man here so many damn years You see that plane? It lands here You see that drop? That's to drive me away, I'm wearing cashmere Pink champagne spilling down the glass again I swear just one more score, baby we cashing in Me and money got a good report I shot the Cuban whore and papi met his maker in the humidor Dove off the boat with the briefcase, no police chase Then I went and had a cheesesteak from Mishka Bibbles Hit the sizzle, control the whip with one arm like Richard Kimble Bitch I've been the symbol
She sniff blow, did the heel toe Off the wheel of the de Ville, then I peel slow For real though, I'm trying to get Shaquille dough Huh, I'm just trying to get Shaquille dough
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