Accoutrements

Boy Need some paper? A pencil? Shuck the oysters Get the little mignette Get the mignonette Fil-ee, filet mignon Ain't that a bitch? Uh, fuck, yo Tilt the goblet, steerin' in the middle of the cockpit Spanish bitch displayed up with some ostrich Quinceañera freak dancin' Grant Hills laced up with the X, Helly Hansen Foggy night, hustle 'til the sun up, stumble in synonymous Fuck around, found your leg by the Gowanus bridge Over do it, send your penis to your mama crib That's what happens when you open your vagina lips Only focused on the mergers and acquisitions Commas on the counts, robbin' 'em like Yount Well you don't want no problems, I got the opera lungs Andrea Bocelli hit the telly, lift my belly Carve up the boneless stakers Baby, there's no mistakin' My life is etched in granite, sophisticated palate Sweet, sour, salty, spicy, and umami We eatin' oysters off of diamonds in Hawaii With three— that play ball for the Liberty Finish my second joint, I'm lightin' up the trilogy Like E. Honda when he fuckin' up the Lexus Luger arms, baby it's all about accoutrements, yeah Money, chap, I lost my everything Got nothing left so I pity I am, everybody's nobody all night long Holy shit You guys did a beautiful job May I ask if we could have another number? It seems like something that should be played You guys good? 5-4-3