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Fresh fruits out the juicer Since juvie jail, toured well Im'a trooper If she can tell It's a louis smell I can scoop her In a black-bluish SL, bumpin Luther Saint Lucia, linen shorts and loafs Been across the coast, contenders call me the GOAT Why grope, when women open their throats Sophisticated adults with stimulating results The Sos.still afloat, still a mil in the vault Still appeal to the real when it's wrote, proper approach I play, Check the resume' Fuck what a record say Only a few certified can really rep this way Chick fetish, a baller them bricks bet it No daughters, the Dick's leveraged, it's nothing to discredit Embedded, born wit it my vision was all vivid I'm living the lord did it, decisions is more digits More explicit, more deliberate More extraordinaire so what is it? Son of a snorter, My aura is Diadora Extorting can lead to slaughter, quarters deeper waters Seeking kimora, speak sweet sephora Too neat to loiter, too at peace for fraudure I applaud ya, If all the pressure ain't dogged ya Broads tryna destroy ya, Whores of the pandora On camcorder caught with a gram shorters Mandatory 5 thats when yam was alive Reckless endangerment, necklace insane and shit Give her no dick, that's how you really restrain a bitch I'm the Hussein of this, rap rulers fugazziness Fairy-tale spitting that others claim niggas crazy with Up in mercedes whips, new gucci blue-navy kicks Hair wavy, stay fly on that 80's tip What can they say to this? Let em pray and wish At any minute a nigga can 100k the wrist Slight lisp, but speak truth the greek zeus All I do is just fuck, nut and eat fruit From Re-coups to Venezuela, send the tailor Its all done with the century service in the celler Hey fella, Only few can measure Taking paper is pleasure, they imitation vanilla The arm legger, arm head, with don cred Im no wanna-be wack rap non-celeb From magic city to miss america pageants Got me passin on pussy never imagined In suites crashin, eating felipes laughin Sneaker freak, keep up with feet fashion They keep asking, How is his shine lasting? Im too ahead of my time to be a has-been Rhymes crafting come from crime interaction So niggas spazzing, is just a minor distraction Dinner napkins tucked in the button-up, which means Any medallion that's dangling is covered up Sleeves cuffed, sippin a tea cup Them C-moneys like key-money when re-in up
Writer(s): Patrick Baril, Anthony Cruz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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