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Ladies, Gents
One Thing remains
Get ready
For the Entertainer
Sol:
Swag of the century
Niggas say Sol got bars penitentiary
Ya’ll niggas so low budget, Indie
Think I’m schizophrenic, I swear to god I’m a mother fucking chimney
I smoke like a freight train, drink like a fish tank
Rappers say they sayings is hot, nigga this ain’t
Mister Cold As Ice got dough like a Swiss bank
Lean toward the hoes and tell them hoes twist dank
I don’t act, I ain’t know my own shit stank, WOOP!
Swag get em mad since sixth grade, comma
It’s got a lot to do with how the kid’s raised
I got a momma too but these niggas bitch made
Needless to say, I run up in your casa with chopper
Leave your melon like a guava or lasagne
Killer when I conquer, something like a logger how I
Chop you down here and send your body over yonder
I’m fly as Harry Potter, slicker than an otter
I be on that green like a mother fucking golfer
Probably getting head like a mother fucking lager
Or with a combination like a mother fucking locker
Johnny got the Henny, catch me with the Vodka
Swagger University, that’s my Alma Mater
Crowned All-Around, I don’t have a genre
Funkhouse the family, listen to the saga
C.E.O. Jr., stunting like my father
Peoples keep reefer, call them sharecroppers
Introduce you to a couple of my partners
Who all got guns like Contra, click
[BANG]
Why they wanna jock me for my paper?
Leave a nigga burning from that shot no chaser
Snapback swag I’mma cap off a caper
I am on my Biz while you catching the Vapors
Used to move flocks in the back of the Blazer through
10 different blocks 'tween Cumberland and Favor
Niggas take Note, you Minor, we Major
Fitting these clothes, better call a tailor bitch I’m
Back on my pivot, digits, by the minute
Bitches wanna visit, hit it, get it frigid
Mister Cold As Ice, I get it, to the limit
Probably got your main chick clicking on my widgets
Big like Lebowski, call me Sol Bridges got your
Bitch at my house she, washing all the dishes
Knock it off the hinges, that was the beginning cuz she
Try to take a foot when you give a couple inches
I swear to God, give me 3 wishes
I wish, I wish, I wish you would bitches
It’s Good, word to your Misses
S-O-L, first of The Gifted
That ain’t even the half of it
It’s already Two Tears in the Last Bucket
Fuck it, I’m back on my bullshit
Read through the booklet, you like it, I love it
Mother Fuckers
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