Lyrics:
Pinot Grigio being poured By Bacchus in a glass of Dionysus After crying on the
Floor or puffing Monte Cristo's Cigars behind bars because he was
everything
I wanna be
So very close to the King
Having eyes only to Him
Cause He the King
He is king of all kings
Right now I finally see
Yes you knew me
You
in the bag and in fact
We ain't even sealing or sum
Damn, maybe Caesar is sum
Told her we fuck its a wrap
All of these bars are a trap
Spitting this
bad it be art
Bitch, you got some gas in that butt tonight
You need to go home, you need to take a Beano
You need to take a Beano bitch, Beano bitch
Why
What’s happening y’all? It’s
Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the
Dopest emcees, a drum machine
Two turntables
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little
to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past fo'
Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
to squeeze it in
That's when my ego got big
I grabbed a rubber
Back then we called them skins
Fresh dressed
Like a million bucks
Threw on my Bali shoes
And my
If you don't I'm a straight up
Attack you
I know you can add too
He got two 4 plus 5s for
Them niggas in the back too
Bitch don't
Waste my time
I don't
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
been forgotten got a raw deal
Couple Dollar Generals, Little Caesar's and a ball field
Give up on our dreams, man, it seems that we all will
Settle
up in the gossip column?
I know I got jewels like I'm the Pharoah of the ghetto
But we are and it's a bright-ass shiny Carerra
Stickin' your feet
there
Where?
In Mykonos, in Mykons
Oh, if only
He had o' known she's
Shirley Valentine
In Mykonos, in Mykonos
Nickin' off, and gone 'n' got
Nickin' off,
you in my way I'd hate to fuckin' be ya
Cause I'm eatin salads you can leave the caesar
Ya nigga' in my comments he a fuckin' cheater
He lick it clean
something
That was engraved in my brain
I don't feel like that ever happened
Most of my closest girlfriends, it was just
Like once they got out of high
School
valued in dollars the only thing seen
Never to see em again cuz they got what they wanted
And death in the family can bring
Us all together but can not be
"Well but I don't usually"
then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt
Step out, show me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull
Young nigga been influentiated
By the fact he parks in calabasas
Calabas calabasas
Cacaca calabasas
Calabas calabasas
Cacaca calabasas
I ain't got nothing
as much as I do,
Are we ready?
I am, 'cause it's all about control
and I've got lots of it
When I was seventeen, I did what people told me, uh
I did what
in
He said he'd call her when he gets
There but her phone don't ring
And in that moment, she knows
Her dad planned the whole thing
Akin got rushed by
The contract was in blood
He said I know you sick of trafficking drugs - sign it
Nah, I got this
Last night I saw the devil sitting in my room
And we greeted
a whistle boy
Get it right man
My man Murs yo shut these cats down, holla!
I got my wallet in my pocket and my money in my sock
Cause that's how it be
a whistle boy
Get it right man
My man Murs yo shut these cats down, holla!
I got my wallet in my pocket and my money in my sock
'Cause that's how it be
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