Special shoutout to the icon dynasty, Slip-n-Slide Records!I got two versions, I got two versions, I got two versions...These bitches want Nikes. This is a setup!They looking for a check. Oh my god!Tell ‘em it ain't likely. This bitch tryna set me up!Said she need a ring like Carmelo. Hands up, oh my god!Must be on that white like Othello. Oh my, it's a real life angel!All you want is Nikes, yeah!But the real ones just like you, tell these niggas!Just like me, tell these guys you ain't basic!I don't play, I don't make time,Tell these guys you wear Zanottis, you a hottie, this is heaven on earth.But if you need dick, I got you, and I yam from the line.But if you're in the party, don't bring your shotty,Love everybody.Pour up for ASAP. Rest in peace!R.I.P., Pimp C. Rest in peace!R.I.P., Trayvon. That nigga look just like me.Woo, fuckin' buzzin', woo!Remember one thing, remember one thing: don't take no photos in the party!That my little cousin, he got a little trade,His girl keep the scales, a little mermaid.That's rule number one.Rule number two: don't take no photos in the party!We out by the pool, some little mermaids,Me and them gel,Like twigs with them bangs.Rule number three: I got one left.Now that's a real mermaid,You been holding your breath,Weighted down.If you in the...Punk madre, punk papa.If you couldn't get to the..., go your ass to sleep, we in the...He don't care for me.Special shoutout to them live niggas at Rap-A-Lot Records!But he cares for me.We keep it hot.And that's good enough.I've been working on my bod, I feel hot.We don't talk much or nothing.If we in the..., holla at ya gwalla!But when we talking about something,Oh my god, hold up!We have good discussion.Tell these basic bitches we don't wear Nike.I met his friends last week, feels like they're up to something.You guys are naughty, you a hottie, hold up!That's good for us.We'll let you guys prophesy,We'll let you guys prophesy,We gon' see the future first.We'll let you guys prophesy,We gon' see the future first.Living so the last night feels like a past life,Speaking of the, don't know what got into people,Devil be possessing homies,Demons try to body jump.Why you think I'm in this bitch wearing a fucking Yarmulke?Acid on me like the rain,Weed crumbles in the glitter,Rain, glitter.We laid out on this wet floor,Away turf, no Astro,Mesmerized how the strobes glow,Look at all the people feet dance,I know that your nigga came with you,But he ain't with you,We only human, and it's humid in these Balmains,I mean my balls sticking in my jeans.We breathing pheremones, Amber Rose,Sipping pink-gold lemonades,Feeling.I may be younger but I'll look after you,We're not in love, but I'll make love to you,When you're not here I'll save some for you,I'm not him but I'll mean something to you,I'll mean something to you,I'll mean something to you.You got a roommate he'll hear what we do,It's only awkward if you're fucking him too.
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