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Yeah
You know that
feeling from the
paper plates
Hitters squintin'
like they
just been maced
Rub it
in their
face until it's chafe
(Woo, yeah)
Richard Mille
ain't no
time to wait
(Woo, yeah)
Storm
Kawasaki
MMA
(Yeah, right)
Flame
throwin'
zombies out the way
In the cut
like a razor
Hunnid thou'
for the Jacob
Clear face,
no makeup
On the finger,
a glacier
Hood Pope
got his cake up
Got a scope
with a laser
Up in Harlem
buyin' acres
My closet
in danger
Hit her when I had the
custom new teeth
All these cuts
like I'm friends with Bruce Lee
Hundred hoes
like I'm a loose leaf
Jungle music
like I'm Fela Kuti
Tunnel vision, nigga,
fuck the groupies
You's a fan,
how you try to sue me?
Mama first class,
now she boujie
Livin' bigger than
B.I.G. in "Juicy"
You know that
feeling from the
paper plates
(Woo)
Hitter squintin'
like they
just been maced
(Right, yeah)
Rub it
in their
face until it's chafe
(Woo, yeah)
Richard
Mille
shinin' no way
(Woo)
Storm
Kawasaki
MMA
(Yeah, right)
Flame
throwin'
zombies out the way
Julius Ceasar
with a Ceasar
Floatin' on
'em like Jesus
Pass the keys
to the beamer
Piss Chris
Fallica
Not if I'm one
to lead her
Flip phone
got the heaters
Another deal
with Adidas
You can miss
with the features
I'm Puff with the grey
patch sippin' Chris
Only nigga make
my niggas rich
Life is sweeter
than licorice
Uncle used
to be mixin' grits
Tiffanys
put the wrist in drip
God, I'm sicker than
syphilis
Chariot
for my emperors
P in Harlem
and they kickin' flips
You know that
feeling from the
paper plates
(Woo)
Hitter squintin'
like they
just been maced
(Right, yeah)
Rub it
in their
face until it's chafe
(Woo, yeah)
Richard
Mille
no way
(Woo)
Storm
Kawasaki
MMA
(Yeah, right)
Flame
throwin'
zombies out the way
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah