Part the red sea and red Louis Vuittons Who the don? Walk inside the club with all his Gucci on You’ve been warned Packing Heat like two LeBrons And my crew is strong as Cali kush It keep you higher than Heaven’s Arms
Gucci in my closet, pardon my head Pardon my French, but I’m on my Nas shit Off with your head, off with your bitch She offered me head, I offered her dick ? black caught a reception, Now we off in the Ritz I’m rolling this kush, she coughing and shit Freak bitch named Jada love them LOX, I got her talkin’ to Kiss Got my hands behind my head, Now she all in the splits Dick must be good, ‘cus now she in Boston with bricks Got a text on my iPhone, she caught with my shit Off with a ten, she took it ‘cus she’s far from a snitch Hold her mama and daddy down, got a sister in Georgetown Paying her tuition so she ain’t gotta be strippin’ It’s money so I ain’t trippin’, this bullshit get printed Them banks get scoped out, black cars get rented My Gucci suit tailor, my fade get tapered You get sent to your maker, fuckin’ around with my paper
Part the red sea and red Louis Vuittons Who the don? Walk inside the club with all his Gucci on You’ve been warned Packing Heat like two LeBrons And my crew is strong as Cali kush It keep you higher than Heaven’s Arms
Hard bottom Ferragamos, IQ too much for mediocre convo I know a Farrakhan, oh three-story condo IPod Shuffle in between Common, Jay Electronica (Elpadaro?) Armado, and last words of Paul Castellano Nothin’ but illest paper and bitches niggas I know Smokin’ Cheeba, feeding divas McDonald’s All the way in Milano, ashin’ out Cohibas Fuckin’ in that blue ?, the nose like ? Let a bitch get a breather, then she back hittin’ high notes Throwin’ Louis luggage at dealerships, fuck a car note 15’s in everything, beating like Harpo Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car low They wana see Prince, I’m pulling strings like Carlos, Santana Now we in Magic (city), Atlanta Wipin’ Ciroq off my Loubi’s with my Gucci bandana
Part the red sea and red Louis Vuittons Who the don? Walk inside the club with all his Gucci on You’ve been warned Packing Heat like two LeBrons And my crew is strong as Cali kush It keep you higher than Heaven’s Arms
Kanye with Kim now, I’m happy for that nigga Disrespect him or his wife, ? I slap you for that nigga Grew up listenin’ to Pac, now I’m rappin’ for that nigga My brother been dead 20 years, now I’m trappin’ for that nigga God Flow like Pusha and ‘em, rose Phantom pushin’ ‘em Splittin’ Louisville Sluggers over and puttin’ kush in ‘em Ain’t forgot about the Twin Towers, I blame Bush for them Obama can’t speak on it ‘cus the government’s shushin’ him But that’s my nigga though, still stackin’ figures so One day I’m top 5 and I can politic with Jigga though I was just trying to Blueprint myself behind Jigga, though And all them all dishes, yo, bullshit, thibodeaux He be where the Summer be, I be where the Winter go Tomahawk the Bugatti, Florida State Seminole I’m out here tryna win a penant though Never thought I’d be legendary, but fuck it I’m in it so
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