I felt sexy this day

Cookin' with the flour, hit me if you need the fish.

Bottom of the night, choppers loaded, that's the ballgame.

Pussy, you a target and I barely ever miss.

Fuck up out my **** house.

Fuck up out my **** house.

Fuck up out my **** house.

Fuck up out my **** house.

No degrees but did my thing in culinary.

Either that or couldn't hit them courts in hoop.

Creep up on 'em with them hammers, we gon' nail 'em.

Keep my pistol smokin' like some Campbell's suit.

He ain't tryna lock me up for ***** abuse 'cause I was whippin' babies in a day camp.

Pushed 'em up the stoop.

Chop it with the scope, tell 'em, "****, Merry Christmas."

But it won't be Santa Claus, ****s sendin' through your roof.

Catch a **** hangin' 'round a trap, he need to buy somethin'.

I'ma do the chicken dance with Flaco when them pies come.

Pull up to the dock and park the Fiat up on the boat.

Pussy *****, get you smokin'.

When that money comin', you and some of your ****s fall out.

Hate it when you pull up to the venue with them cars out.

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