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

Chrome on the monster intestines
a top model and a contestants
I'ma Rottweiler yes rock 'n' roller
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 when I was pissin'
On myself Im you niggaz haterholics
Im jus' the recipe so you can save the
Im like a set of keys Im 'bout to get it
I smoke Beverly Hills from California
'Dem bitches after me so I put that on 'em
She rode my and said she shoulda put a saddle on 'em
I watch out for 'dem snakes listen for that homie
And I aint got a I got a cattle homie
Wud up kickin' back jus' bein' booL
Im talkin' foreign money a European dude
Im heavy mane so you should reconsider
I hit you one time fuck up yo
I got rhythm I got soul yall
I travel all the world like a postcard
My cold fuck around and get a cold sore
I got bitch on lock like a closed door
Weezie's real 'dem niggaz folklore
Im I got more hoods than a coat store
Im successful I got more shit you can hope for
And I got thru water like a boat ore
Young Carter the
Baby boy risin' hot water and 'caine

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

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

Weezy Fuckin'