Got that lean flow, that these n#gg#s need to dilute
Put a demon on his head, call em Ryuk
I got that Heat like Eric Spoestra in the finals
I’m tryna beat, I”m in her back, I’m in her spinal
I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got everything
I got the tropicana, I got the sweet baby rays
Thick b#tch she from Atlanta, you can tell by how she shaped
Them cheeks being catching mal seizures the way they shake
I watch that Beamer Alpina accelerate
You can see in my demeanor, I overtake
Eternal atake, wet jumper, I don’t pump fake
Old shorty was fake, so you know I had to upgrade
Any given Sunday, I’m balling call me Cool J
My bars be too sweet, they bite and catch a toothache
She so edible I call her Ruby Tuesday
I create heatwaves, even when on a cool day
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