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Chrome on the monster intestines
a top model and a contestants
I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma 'n' roller
It's Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out 'da stroller

Chrome on the leather intestines
a top model and a contestants
I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n'
It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah up out da stroller

1:]
Im higher than the solar marley twist 'em
Im like Macaulay Culkin I was rich when I was
On myself Im ballin' you haterholics
Im jus' the recipe so you can the garlic
Im like a set of Im 'bout to get it started
I smoke 'dem Hills from California
'Dem bitches after me so I put paddle on 'em
She rode my dick and she shoulda put a saddle on 'em
I watch out for snakes listen for that rattle homie
And I aint got a clique I got a homie
Wud up five kickin' back bein' booL
Im talkin' foreign money like a dude
Yeah Im heavy mane so you reconsider
I hit you one fuck up yo equilibrium
I got rhythm yeah I got soul
I travel all around the like a postcard
My flow cold around and get a cold sore
I got this bitch on like a closed door
Weezie's real otha' niggaz folklore
Im connected I got more hoods than a store
Im I got more shit than you can hope for
And I got thru 'dat water like a ore
Young Carter the
Baby boy risin' like hot and 'caine

Whip it it and flip it
Reup stretch it and flip it

2:]
Reup, we up in the we up in the club
Money runnin' water bitch get up in the tub
Im up in the she up in the club he up in the club
Now she can't so we fuck in the club
Am I lucky or Playboy Rabbit
And I like big tongues like fashion
I got more than the Playboy Mansion
I bet I serve 'em up like my name Pete
And a nigga drink like the late Fred
And a nigga smoke like is no cancer
And I know this world is so cold and
But I keep my up like my nose is bleedin'
Yeah, and that chosen evenin'
I'ma be Apple and Eagle
Yeah rite Apple and Eagle
17 I won't leave you
Nope, and this is the preview
But I'm already workin on the
Fuck wit' me wrong fuck wit' yo home
Like a letter to the wife sayin' ya husband is
Like Muslim Im calm but like I'll bomb
And beat the track up like a arms
Im like underarms
The recordin a thunderstorm
My forms then ring the alarms
The Carter 2 was nice but the third a charm

Weezy Fuckin'