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You mean again?
Sorry, all I can tell you that it will be sensational
Bitch, 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
Fuck a larceny charge
Ran through the music biz like a bull inside of a Pottery Barn
Gotta be calm 'cause 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 me boxed in
The rappеrs boxin', I'm Tyson Fury
I'll drop his ass and I got the cash to fight with my attorney
The firе burnin', the tree is purple like a Vikings jersey
My bitch is workin', her pussy spicy like rice and curry
Sometimes it's hard to find the word
And bitch, excuse my language
Don't group my name with other rappers, fuck 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
How far do you want me to go?
Deeper, deeper
Anything you say
Look, I go bananas like Joe Bonanno
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 Giuseppe's
The skinny jeans wasn't stretchy enough
To fit all the bread I had
Felt like I sat on a telephone book
This wax 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?