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Cognac
Monster Rally, Jay Stone & Brandon Rayson
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Slide her to the right, to the guy
With the Harley open kinda swollen red devil eyes
Slow motion like when you rubbing lotion on her thighs
Take your time and savor increments
She sipping absinthe through a piece of German chocolate licorice
Her nipples ticklish, reactions are ridiculous
You laughing but you into this
Get you high we eating Captain Crunch and getting intimate
Go to sleep, what's for lunch, you and your ginger friend
I watch How to Be a Player, learn how to be a gentleman
You got it backwards like it's Simpsons and it's Ashford
Live fast, crash faster
So rhetorical no answer for that horrible bastard
Vandalizing portable animatronic caskets in traffic
Safety hazard
Bullets made of lead, safety made of plastic
Couple in his head, he dead, damn that was tragic
She shot him lying in the bed, his money in the mattress
This is practice
And every O-face that she has, it gets added to the average
I'm batting that
Pinch of Bali shag, jackhammer and a dab of wax
From the bees, I'm the bee's knees as a matter fact
As I rat-a-tat-a pitter patter through your habitat
Causing chitter chatter, I'm just that cool
Freezing, steezing, chiefing a fool
On the beat then I eat, 'til complete and I'm full
I got steamed broccoli with potatoes (with potatoes?)
Country fried steak, poached eggs and Welch's grapes
I got drops of cognac on my gators (on your gators?)
Screaming it's all good, from Diego to the Bay
I just bought a new jacket, yeah I got it from Stoney
I don't even watch hockey, I'm just supporting the homie
That's that New York Ranger danger, yogi boots on the phony
And when I answer the phone, I'm in the streets I ain't home
Monster Rally on the beats and yes me I'm J. Stone
Your mom's favorite day for dinner, want the meat and the bone
I'm like "Hold on miss, you want the fish and the marrow?"
I'm in the IROC '87 Chevrolet Camaro
Eating cannabis souffle, sipping on an IPA
I'm the pharaoh of the Bay, from my grandma chain
To the 14K draped on my bicuspid
Cold chilling by the lake away from niggas on that sus shit
I'm the stigma of a stoner, smoker's hall of fame inducted
Try to get inside my head, my brain's encrypted and corrupted
All these psychoplasmic tangents leave you nauseous and disgusted
Like drinking raw eggs with some mustard
Tapioca and some custard
I'm a soldier with no musket tryna fuck shit up
Plastic explosives a couple nugs and some Reese's Cups
I'm speeding going fast as fuck, she said, "That ain't fast enough"
I hit the gas, I'm 'bout to bust, grab that ass, that fluffy stuff
She giving me that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
Teddy on repeat, close the door and turn the music up
And pour a little more Courvoisier in my cup
It's been a long exhausting day I need some vegan doughnuts
The day is over folks
The day is over
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