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And Jody Highroller, Mr. Dale Dan Tony (RiFF!) (The Flamingo Freestyle) Met a pretty lady and she like it how I dougie I pull up to the function with some dino chicken nuggies Wore my diamond chain to bed and she really love it She like it how I ball like I was a Denver Nugget (RiFF) LaPhonso Ellis I don't rock the Perry Ellis That's for you and your fellas Your wife looks like a iceberg lettuce, looks like a bobblehead The candy cane Lamb truck looks like Santa's sled I'm, I'ma stop it red Check my Rolex, can't read what it said Never need to check the time anyway Give me a check then I check the time and the place I'm in the back with tequila and the lime I'm not drinking this time The lie detector test determined that was a lie Stop the limo, jump inside the Lilac, Darvin Ham I can't remember what she said; it was, "Blah, blah, blah" Something 'bout her Instagram Okay, but she just made two hundred thousand on her OnlyFans I must admit, I was impressed The way she suggest her best friend get undressed And massage my neck, back and my chest My initials in her head rest RiFF! Head rest, head rest, man, I got her on bed rest X-ray vision, man, you better wear a lead vest Mack daddy like I came from the Apple Store Your flow cheap, half-price at the rapper store You a child, probably eatin' Play-Doh Got a nice team, they don't really play though I'm international like I work for NATO I'm a boss, baby, do it 'cause I say so You lames creep me out like an insect I designed this; I'm the architect She give me brain while I'm writin' on my phone So I guess my best bars are all inspired by her intellect Ooh, bet she didn't see it coming Ooh, yeah, I guess I'm pretty cunning Ooh, that's why I got the haters running Yeah, I'm talking shit so you better check the plumbing Trade you from the team like you Danny Green You never hit your shots so you tell me what I mean I don't mix friends like I don't mix beverages Just ask me who the sorcerer's apprentice is Squad up like a superhero meetin' Fly like the Birdman, call me Michael Keaton Thinking that you big time but you ain't really eatin' You really can't hang, quit the game, take your beatin' A delightful concoction of musical fusion indeed
Writer(s): Horst Simco, Robbie Tripp Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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