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Health, success, love, and beautiful times.
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It's ready.
So mote it be.
Shorty real hot, she in high demand
I'ma play it cool, like a side of ranch
I don't save these hoes, I'm not Spider-Man
But I did a bump and I hit the blunt once and it got me saying
Da-da-damn saw that ass moving like a lava lamp
Drop it down saw that thing bounce like a bad advance
White boy in Off-White like I got a tan
Night stand looking like a god damn avalanche
Hit the strip I got four or five plugs
I just tell my story, I don't glorify drugs
I'm a role model if you wanna die young
But I got a whole lot if you wanna buy some, oh
Wussup walkin around like wussup
Everybody in the bar know I got the buzz up
Lookin at me like what up brudda?
Lookin back like fucker shut up wussup
Walkin round like wussup
Everybody in the bar know I'm tryna cut up
You ain't tryna put up
Shut thaaaaaaaa fuck up
Read it and weep
Article seven, it's freedom of speech
Talk on the internet, you wouldn't say it to me on the street
Not even being discreet
Don't even try it
Don't even tweet and delete
You should be quiet 'cause nobody buying that shit, but I keep a receipt
And you can't take that back
That's the policy
No half-assed apology
So, don't lie to me
No more cap, just facts and honesty now
This economy
Just a lot of these billionaires who think this monopoly
Picking pockets like it's a robbery
Paying a politician to break democracy, mm
Oh, good Lord, this frightening
Try stealing my thunder, my lighting
Why's that so surprising?
Got 'em upset like Buster Tyson
It's a big boy bag, better back up, brought back up
But they not my hype men
They can hit shots on you
Three dots on you, like I'm not done typing
How he the hero he so rude
I feel like a boss in the Legion of Doom
When I'm out at Yamashiro eating miso soup
Mushroom tea got my ego bruised
Like I missed a free throw and my team gon' lose
But a label on the phone tryna make a new deal like AOC with the Co2
Hey, stay outta politics
Yeah, or you can unfollow this shit
Suck it and swallow this dick
Laura can shut up and dribble my balls, you bitch
You don't understand what the problem is
If you believe in the opposite, cool
You got the right to pop off in the comments
I got the right to not even acknowledge it
Ooh
Ooooooooh
Swaggy
Sativa in the baggie
Bring ya rubber gloves cuz it might get nasty
I'm getting lit on the nightly
Pass the menthols and the visine
Better get creepy and dicey
Get this mother fucker hyphy
Can i let my hair down? can i let my nuts hang?
Not too much i care bout, 'cept maybe my mustang
Damn thats advanced, whats the plan before I get banned?
Go jackie Chan go tarzan
dammit man
Agarwood oud from Mozambique
Got the tailor suit with the brogues on feet
I'm in Casablanca, blowing jacaranda
With the AC blowing in the driver's seat
Talk to the platinum hands on my timepiece boy
'Cause the face ain't listening
Shining, glistening
Look at these diamonds dance while I stepped inside of the building
Chain just swinging on my neck
Gold rings on my fingers, something on my wrist
Tucked into my waist, lil' semi with the clip
Big glass of the Bombay, take a lil' sip like
Vintage sticks, little blast from the past
Gold rings clink when I'm passing the glass
Just stepped into the building, show a little face
Then I'm back on the road like
Quick nip down to the strip
Got gold on my wrist and a side back packed full of clips
Strap another Backwood, get that lit
Then pass that round to the left like this
Smoke in my lungs, toting a gun
I could never be broke, got a load of the funds
Cash in the bank, antiques in the yard
Make money when I speak, you're lucky I don't charge
Mr. Big Bucks, I be looking the business
Dressed to kill, mama got me up on her hit list
Pole positioned, had her fella running the distance
I be banging her, banging her, banging her, giving her triplets
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