Chrome on the monster, leather intestines With a top model, and the contestants I’m a Rottweiler, yes I’m a rock ‘n’ roller It’s Weezy Fuckin’ Baby, yeah straight up out the stroller
Chrome on the monster Leather intestines With a top model And the contestants I’m a Rottweiler Yes I’m a rock-n-roller It’s Weezy Fuckin’ Baby Yeah straight up out the stroller I’m higher than the solar System Marley twist ’em I’m like Macaulay Culkin I was rich when I was pissin’ On myself, I’m ballin’ You niggas haterholics I’m just the recipe So you can save the garlic I’m like a set of keys I’m bout to get it started I smoke them Beverly Hills, from California Them bitches after me So I put that paddle on ’em She rode my dick and said she shoulda put a saddle on him I watch out for them snakes, listen for that rattle homie And I ain’t got a clique, I got a cattle homie What up five, kickin’ back just bein boo I’m talking foreign money, like a European dude Yeah I’m heavy man, so you should reconsider I hit you one time, fuck up yo equilibrium I got rhythm, yeah, I got soul y’all I travel all around the world like a postcard My flow cold, fuck around and get a cold sore I got this bitch on lock like a closed door Weezy’s real, them other niggas folklore I’m connected, I got more hoods than a coat store I’m successful, I got more shit than you can hope for And I got through that water like a boat oar Young, Carter the name Baby boy rising like hot water and ‘caine
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Re-up We up in the club, we up in the club Money running like water, bitch get up in the tub I’m up in the club, she up in the club, he up in the club Now she can’t leave so we fuck in the club Am I lucky or what? Playboy Rabbit And I like big tongues like skateboard fashion I got more girls than the Playboy Mansion I bet I serve ’em up like my name Pete Sampras And a nigga drink like the late Fred Sandford And a nigga smoke like there is no cancer And I know this world is so cold and deceivin’ But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin’ Yeah, and until that chosen evenin’ I’mma be screamin Apple and Eagle Yeah, that’s right, Apple and Eagle Hollygrove 17, I won’t leave you Nope, and this is just the preview But I’m already workin on the sequel Fuck with me wrong I’ll fuck with your home Like a letter to the wife saying your husband is gone Like Muslim, I’m calm But like Muslim I’ll bomb And beat the track up like a hundred arms I’m funky like underarms The engineer’s recording a thunderstorm My hunger forms, then ring the alarms The Carter 2 was nice but the third times a charm