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Titanium timepiece, dimepiece between the sheets with body heat Maserati's not leased Cock the pump shottie, it make your body leak Not your main hottie, she kinda knock-kneed Mahogany woodgrain all in the five speed Silk lay on me, pray for me 8 million stories in the naked city The humidity it made the titties oil Skin is salty, it's sultry, can't fault me For all this ice on me I'm tryna stay frosty Smokin' lah out in Bogotá The focus, niggas lookin' like smokers in the eyes You poked and left immobilized where the vultures fly I'm bout to cop a home in Oceanside Sky Dweller's frozen in time, my mind’s a goldmine You washed and left to dry on the clothesline Hoes on your vines look like Kanye clothing line Bring you closer to God, caught you laying low out in Omaha Oh my god Don't start me [?] Omar scar [?] Send your family a nice postcard Pimpstead (already), get the bag (already) New whips (already), all my hoes (already) See my team (already), I been a G (already) Letras de cancionesLight the weed (already), nigga we (already) Yeah nigga (already, already) How the fuck we get down boy (we already, already) Kiss the ring, million dollar ding-a-ling swing I'm just gettin' back in the swing of things My jeans fit me like Springsteen Bring M16s I might need a spring cleaned I'm tryna hear these niggas sneakers squeak Think it’s sweet get your street sweeped Sweep you off your feet, that's off GP Squeeze three at your Bentley GT With the drum my queen Sheila E The whips ceiling-free, rip the brick up like cream of wheat We the team to beat The fans demand new work, but I'm a man of few words Your tool don’t burst if so then who heard, your view's blurred I couldn't speak, the OG said chew your food first Spoon was burnt, my shoes is worth an MF DOOM verse Niggas they claim they ain't rappers doin’ all the rappin’ (how that work?) Niggas sayin’ they got cash and I'm saying they catfish Ain’t none of that shit off Saks Fifth No respectable establishment carries this Save yourself the embarrassment, you shallow When it comes to this apparel, you not parallel You still in my shadow, ho nigga stealin' my swag though Now I know just how Satchmo felt From Letras Mania