Mayweather flow, dont miss the bout, yall are missin out/
with Miss October and her Chan(n)el bag, yea she mispronounce/
what you bitchin bout? You trippin and flippin, I’m dippin out/
I missed my flight, I dont have time to fight, I’ll grab my shit and bounce/
no question, I am what the answer is/
‘bout to slay the beat, on my Blitzen and Prancer shit/
you on that ABC “With The Stars” dancin’ shit/
but we dont dance, we just pull up our pants and handle shit/
Oh my, looky what the fuck we have here/
I’m bout to bust a cashew, this sweater is cashmere/
I’m a draft your a Pabst beer, you need a paps smear/
and if I have say: last year, will be your last year/
check your calendar, clear your schedule, let’s fly out/
the kids bout to be a problem you should put me time out/
Time out—what is this shit that you people rhyme ‘bout?/
I’d rather take a fucking ice pick and dig my eyes out/
Time in, I know, I’m so Hawaii 5-0/
I’m so fly, I could could get dressed with my eyes closed/
…her love is like a rollercoaster, but the rides closed/
we should go for a swim while the tide’s low/
this suit is Alexander McQueen, but you should probably King me/
green jacket, Stanley Cup, championship ring me/
here’s a list of a couple things you should probably bring me/
and if they ask if you saw me, tell them that you’ve never seen me/
tell a label to find me—-wine me, dine me, and sign me now/
I’ll throw in free shipping with a button thats labeled “Buy Me Now”/
all the shit I used to look up to it feels so tiny now/
to quiet this riot you’ll have tape my mouth and tie me down/
she tried to tie me up, then asked me to tie the not/
I said I’d buy a rock, and we could tie it…not/
I try alot, I tell ya, there’s one thing that I am not/
and that’s a quitter, ‘cuz winning is something that I like a lot/
I’m on the waterfront, bout to put my order in/
yall cant even pronounce some of this shit that we orderin/
Billy just bought an O and I think he about a quarter in/
y’all been standing in my way so long, they call that loitering/
I take my holidays off—Holiday Inn/
tell everyone stay out, girl and we can stay in/
sayin no playin’, im prayin’/ that I make it. Amen/
Fuck Everybody, I just had to put that in lamens/
King David, came to reign on everyone’s parade/
It’s like the coming of the plagues, everyone’s afraid/
and its ok player, it’s life, everyone gets played/
I gotta go…me and Miss October ‘bout to missbehave/
yea…her and her “Chan(n)el bag…
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