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[Verse 1: IZZY VEGETABLE$]
This the type of flow that turns a good girl to a ho
The reason that kat stacks started fucking just some years ago
Go ahead swag me out
Supreme hat swag me out
Vacation in Beijing, your bitch on my D-Ling
Talks the talk but walks the walk of nine marching men
Popping pills like I’m a schizophrenic or pregnant man
Who’s that?
Leave you hanging like a coat rack.
Walking like my dick weighs more than my own sack
I’m the reason Monique was caught eating
And Clinton was caught cheating
And Phelps was caught cheefing
The brooklyn Dodgers were dodging
While cops were robbing
And robbers were in apartments
But next time you wanna stop this?
You better call and ask
I’m the boss I bought the swag
You the bitch, border line a fag
Popping tags then leave the bag
Leaving with twenty IZZY’S and twenty limo’s and golden Jags
There goes Holly son, moving in his moccosans
Mom, they blocked me in
Tried to shoot but disappeared
Now I’m skipping school like Ferris Bueller and all his friends
(Whoa)
And I came to bring the pain
This that gold chain 95 Holly & the Wu Tang
Skinny nigga like Lu Kane, Holly high when I’m up in space
Molly good, but she has no taste
(laughter) (blow)
Go tell basedgod quit rapping before he hurts himself
This isn’t a diss song, no I’m just rapping for common wealth
I’m the best for this
No subliminal messages
Don’t tell your family listen, it’s like Coulumbining your kid’s
I’m only seventeen, flying with the fliest birds
Throwing up the peace sign because drug’s won’t let me say a word
If you ain’t fucking what you in here for?
That’s the second best realist quote
When it comes to swag I’m the pope
When it comes to sex, I’m her dope
Nigga
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