Lyrics:
All of my friends call me a connoisseur
What that word means
I'm not sure
I just have a unique taste
And for that
I need to bite your face
Cha cha
I don't fold with pressure well I got that practice done
My clique like connoisseurs well we don't do squares
Well I got that newest
I don't fold
off for 7p
[Chorus]
He's seen too many cartoons
Pop Culture Connoisseur
Caused quite the uproar, quite the uproar
Quite the uproar, quite that
He's
Look, there walks another vegan food entrepreneur
Look, there walks another micro-influencer
Look, there walks another local craft beer connoisseur
a marketer, A connoisseur philosopher
I'm popular, a marketer, A connoisseur philosopher
I'm popular, a marketer, A connoisseur philosopher
I want for him
time
Wash dishes that I will dry
IKEA furniture
Yeah let's try another church
Pokémon connoisseur
It's all worth waiting for
It's root nights
like a connoisseur, mi taste, until yuh finish
Say my gyal mi haff been starving fi days
cn yuh be di only dish I want inna mi plate
So mi send yuh
to start the bid
Health conscious connoisseur cause my body is my temple
Pressed juice with a bad chick too (all facts)
Ask me who my influences are, man who
(Hook)
Entrepreneur, smoke connoisseur, smokin on sewer they smellin the pack
I was a loser, people gon use ya, find out who using the best way
swell
I didn't come here to fight, hey just as long as that ain't white
Now I ain't no connoisseur cat - the conno-sewer/kinda sewer rat
Red red wine
I dodge the bull shit matador
Diamond to a copper ore
More or less a catasoisseur
Connoisseur in pussy boy
Pull the mask
Reveal the lore
Minding
I been in my bag for a while
My suit connoisseur Paris
My feet crocodile
Ain't been in a pacsun in a while
Popping bottles
Like we scored
me sick, shooting shit like John Wick
Connoisseur of trap how I'm hitting these licks woo!
Pinhead Larry on some shit! (On God!)
Pinhead Larry on some
the streets to the poles
Shang Tsung wit the pussy
She'll snatch your soul
Got the body of a goddess
Prada bag full of rolls
Connoisseur for the dollar
Not
designer I'm thinking I’ll get me all kinda stuff
Versace, be a connoisseur
No copies, just the opposite
Six hundred dollar shirt
Silk I don't want the fur
I'm a local tourist
I'm a connoisseur of my own town
And if you ask me what's around
I'll be down, 'cause I am proud of my hometown
Take a look
I'm a, short skinny femboy connoisseur
Fuck them in a airport, fuck them in a sewer
I'm a crusty nasty virgin non sex doer
But still, a short skinny
tryna wait no more
Shades been leaving better contours
Telling me I'm a real connoisseur
Where'd you leave it?
By the entrance? On the floor? By the door?
galore, brandy and more vodka and gin, and red rum
Raw and mature, some connoisseur flowed down the gutter like heaven had come
Called into service
This city's made for the doers
The movers shakers
Not connoisseurs
This city's made for the doers
The movers shakers
Health food reviewers
Electric impulse, across a room
When words melt into verse
cll thoughts consumed
When meeting feels like déja vu
It's love for connoisseurs like you
cornflakes
As I bop to a tape of Cut Creator's breaks
With hardcore, heavyweight, B-boy blast
Connoisseur of hardcore, and Cut Creator's fast
Jumped in
cool with
I’m a street entrepreneur, condo, connoisseur
Furs, suede, my car’s the core
Nigga I been a boss I employed my boys
And show em a bunch
Lacey, boudoir beauty
It's all that she can do
A connoisseur of satin sheets
A bed head through and through
Racy Lacey, boudoir beauty
The lifestyle suits
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