American Me / Skyfall (feat. Sauce Heist)

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Willie the Kid

William Jackson (born in 1985), better known by his stage name Willie the Kid, is a rapper from Grand Rapids, Michigan. He is most famous for being DJ Drama's protégé and appearing on both DJ Drama albums Gangsta Grillz: The Album and Gangsta Grillz: The Album (Vol. 2) as well as Lil Wayne's Dedication 2 and Dedication 3 mixtape. He is the younger brother of the Wu-Tang Clan affiliate La the Darkman. He released his debut album, Absolute Greatness, in September 2008. more »

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(Intro)

Uh
TCP
Yeah
Yo

(Verse 1 - Willie The Kid)

The cab hit the glass, the ladies laugh
I heard you living off finder fees, I find it fitting
You lost me, we booked the loft for the mink fitting
You niggas must be kidding, do your own bidding
Bidding wars for these whores, tight jeans fitting
I give a f*ck about a smut, I'm smitten with the paper
Keep the 40 cal for any malfeasance 
I went to TAO two times this weekend, already
You in red, acting rather edgy, desperate
You sound irritated, appear deflated 
You updated? or you outdated?
I'm inundated with the latest data
I'm driving slow through Ada
Threw tomatoes at performers who was bench warmers
I bet a cop his pension, a penchant for bench warrants
My vision got enormous when I went to Florence
I circled back, you niggas still dormant
Ya DEAD, no key, under the doormat
They said, lowkey, that't where the score's at
A champion, cause I'm really winning
Champagne and pretty women
The Fly

(Verse 2 - Sauce Heist)

Who am I, dollar sign Sauce
Amongst the echelon blowing Exxon 
Grilled prawns, a glass of Motu
Get money, teach babies I salute you
Keep it pushingAin't see or smell the bookings in years, 
let's toast to growth
Trench coat, leaning like Blizzard, prepare for the storm
In rare form, niggas lukewarm, they barely hot, dick riding 
I'm plane gliding over a secluded island 
Jewels polished
Killing Wallace, you ain't built for this
Tone in my mugshot, feeling like Fritz
Misdemeanor, this for my young niggas pushing beamers
You still a worker at, Mr. Pip's cleaners
Shattered femurs, throw fevers, glowing features
The hoes love, crack and housing lobbies
It's Sauce Manati 

Still sending
Still spending
Champagne and pretty women
In the Palms swimming
Moët sipping
Champagne and pretty women
Nice life
You know the vibes

(Verse 3 - Willie The Kid)

Yeah, Pop champagne and go shopping 
It feel different when you got options
Shit be different 
Yo Sticks and stones 98 Versace 
I'm transforming like Hitachi 
my hood chick, still impressed by hibachi 
I'm way too attached to the bands mariachi 
Maraschino cherry red chinos Moschino machismo 
I took a tour where the weed grow shaking hands 
take a pic this is equity survivors guilt
 Ain't too many niggas left but me from my ilk 
My pedigree's a medical degree the grass greener
Put you niggas through the ringer 
mop the floor with the opposition it was friction 
avoid the pillow talk with these women stick my dick in 
I'm sticking to the script like a thespian 
my third sports car niggas caught on 
ask me how I got on 
bygones be bygones flowers for the icons
Heroes from here on like Heron Preston I was destined 
study lessons but I bear arms
Where the sky stay the color of grey like Heron 
uh splitting hairs wicker chairs on the patio 
this the story of the calico
The Fly

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