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[Verse 1]
Crash Beamers, get my slacks out the cleaners
My queen donât even speak English
Watches on arms, rings on fingers
Notes played like Coltrane and Mingus
If you canât play the game, wing it
Remember Lee? The same as me, wing men, smooth as Luther Ingram
Ordained, shoe game strained, Eddie Kaneâs pain
Heavy chain, sex, cocaine, a fresh chest pain
Dress plain, clever, White Plains, my lifeâs changed
Polite ways, nice waves, white slaves
My Nikes is like the ice age, Ice Capades
I rock the Issac Hayes shades, it was a phase
The legacy, the flesh of an emcee is a delicacy
I delicately squeeze shots from the celibacy
Iâm like Denzel in Pelican Brief
The Porsche is yellow like American cheese (please)
My taste in womenâs like Sade, we left the soiree
The Jaguarâs gray, the caviarâs great
Swipe the black card, 4.6 come with the crash bar
The seats is white like Terry Bradshaw
[Hook]
Itâs a tough business, I'm duckinâ the sentence
Hustlers, sinners, crushinâ the fiddish
A touch of spinach, bruh man, nigga chillin , nigga chillinâ
Bruh man, nigga chillinâ
[Verse 2]
Water whippinâ work â whip the furt (merk)
Twist purp, hit âem where it hurt
dollar shirt, bitches flirt, I kick up dirt
Shit, Bert, Benzes with the skirt, rubber get burnt
Duckinâ 5-0, whoa, Tae Bo
Eyes low, keep the .45 by the thigh bone
Chanel socks, Glocks, tip the bellhop
Checks is in the mailbox, to think we used to sell rocks
Flex the gators with the petrified eye
Accessorize, neck ties, cuff links, rough minks
Just think, I can knock your buzzard just with one blink
âCause it ainât nothinâ sweet, buckinâ heat, hookers rub feet
Hoes we never cuff âem, let âem run free
The clothes? Shit is custom - we run things, things donât run we
Crocodiled-down, Dundee
Yo, itâs a done D, hoes often tell me I got dumb Gs
[Hook]