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

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

1:]
Im higher than the system marley twist 'em
Im like Macaulay Culkin I was rich I was pissin'
On Im ballin' you niggaz haterholics
Im jus' the so you can save the garlic
Im like a set of keys Im 'bout to get it
I smoke 'dem Beverly Hills California
'Dem after me so I put that paddle on 'em
She rode my dick and she shoulda put a saddle on 'em
I watch out for 'dem snakes listen for that rattle
And I got a clique I got a cattle homie
Wud up kickin' back jus' bein' booL
Im talkin' money like a European dude
Yeah Im heavy mane so you should
I hit you one fuck up yo equilibrium
I got rhythm I got soul yall
I travel all around the world a postcard
My flow cold fuck around and get a sore
I got this bitch on lock like a closed
real 'dem otha' niggaz folklore
Im connected I got more hoods a coat store
Im successful I got shit than you can hope for
And I got thru 'dat like a boat ore
Young the name
Baby boy risin' hot water and 'caine

Whip it stretch it and it
Reup stretch it and it [x3]

2:]
Reup, we up in the we up in the club
Money runnin' like water get up in the tub
Im up in the club she up in the club he up in the
Now she can't leave so we in the club
Am I or what Playboy Rabbit
And I like big tongues like skateboard
I got gurls than the Playboy Mansion
I bet I serve 'em up like my name Samprace
And a drink like the late Fred Sandford
And a nigga smoke there is no cancer
And I know world is so cold and decievin'
But I my head up like my nose is bleedin'
Yeah, and that chosen evenin'
I'ma be screamin and Eagle
that's rite Apple and Eagle
Hollygrove 17 I leave you
Nope, and is just the preview
But I'm workin on the sequel
Fuck me wrong I'll fuck wit' yo home
Like a letter to the wife sayin' ya is gone
Like Muslim Im calm but Muslim I'll bomb
And beat the track up a hundred arms
Im funky underarms
The recordin a thunderstorm
My forms then ring the alarms
The Carter 2 was nice but the third times a

Weezy Fuckin'