b#tch, I’m back and I’m better
Comin’ harder than y’all
Only a few as dope as me
Don’t know many artists at all
Come take your spot and your property
f#ck a larceny charge
Ran the music biz like a bull inside a Pottery Barn
Gotta be (?) cuz these robbers will shoot your legs up
Now you can’t run away
Gotta lay there beggin’, time to pay up
You wanna come try me
I will kindly show you what I’m made of
Let me by, I’m on my way up
Did a line and squeezed the lime on my Cerveza
Wait a minute, they had boxin’
The rappers boxin’, I’m Tyson Fury
I’ll drop his #ss and I got the cash to fight with my attornеy
The fire burnin’, the tree is purplе like a Vikings jersey
My b#tch is workin’, her p#ss# spicy like rice and curry
Sometimes it’s hard to find the word
And b#tch excuse my language
Don’t group my name with other rappers
And f#ck how you would rank us
I wasn’t raised round country music singers
In my crew never threw no gangs up
Only use they fingers pullin’ triggers, ya-uh yeah
Looks I go bananas like Joe (?)
Drink Cuervo, go no Moscato
These hoes love my whole bravado
I’m thinkin’ she’s ready
She gotta work in the parking lot
She the hostess at Old Chicago
She blow me while I ate a plate of pizza spaghetti
I put my feet in Guiseppes
The skinny jeans wasn’t stretchy enough
To fit all the bread I had
Felt like I sat on a telephone book
This (?) is from Washington State
Cigars from Nicaragua
Freshwater lobster from Maine
I get ’em shipped to Georgia
Wait a minute
What you thought a fire would cease?
Nah, n likely0
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