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TRICERATOPS
Paul Wall
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Action Bronson
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Lil Yachty
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Yeah, yeah, uh
Tadow, Queens be the birthplace
Turn you to a fuckin' cheeseburger at a children's birthday
Yeah, I deserve a mermaid
So I could buy my bitch fake Hermรจs
I remember back in the days
Used to nut all over the book, you couldn't turn the page
I guess it's just comin' of age
Blunt of haze
You the mouse gettin' stuck in the maze
I'm the old hound dog still humpin' the leg
May you jump in the grave
From my left hand pumpin' the blade
All black like Blade (like Blade)
Have my shorty rub my back with the hot J
Catchin' waves on the Mach eight
Motherfucker, you are not hot, this ain't the Matrix
I'm sick like the magician on the Lakers
Leave bullets twisted in the chamber
Half my body hangin' out the Wrangler
Hashtags not included, if I thank you, be grateful
Rent a center furniture and mansions, be tasteful
You're eatin' every pussy comin' your way, dawg, be wasteful
Time to wash these hundreds, I damn near got the space full
400 grams of molly, doggy stuffed in the baseballs
Hot wings and coded cups what I got a taste for
My cousin died, and I sure he made it up, so the Ace pours
The floor filled with bills like I shot off the Hamock Stadium
Tote all on our neck just like Tyler Robinson
Diamonds in my left ears, real life mind-boggling
They don't like the way he live his life, tell him try stoppin' him
Way that one boy got popped, we did not sob for him
Fuck 'em
Cops flashed the lights, unfortunately, we ain't stop for 'em
Tried to buy the bitch in panties, still didn't drop for 'em
It's litter on our opps' street, big roast with the block for 'em
Only time you'll ever see our figures is with your kids
All them G.I. Joes around the room better watch your step
Keep quiet as kept, feel like I'm one of the last left
Feel the MDMA creepin' inside your last breath (breathe)
I'm in the codeine deluge, headed to Baton Rouge
Psilocybin-induced, DMT-infused
To be fake, I refuse, never fall for the ruse
Then the doc said, "Take two," and come aboard the cruise
Like springtime in the Shire
Smokin' that old Toby out a Gandalf pipe, gettin' higher
And it's fire, I'm a freakin' flyer fresh off the wire
I acquire paper empires, I just found a buyer
Aya, I think that's what they call it
The feelin' haters get when they see me on Candy Crawlin'
Back in Bar Harbor, I'm with the bosses ballin' and shot-callin'
The paper sprawlin' 'cause the hustle is appallin'
Ask Brock, and it'll tell you I'm caped
I create a way to fix mistakes and get to the state
I just found a date, date, I misplaced a nine-eight
I was grindin' back in '88 when I was on roller skates
Nor did I ever state a discount rate
At the estate, as I ideate a way to be great
Eventuality, but some call it fate
The way I operate the wheel and make heads oscillate
But wait, it's cold, and it ain't even winter yet
Flawless grill, 50K, far from a beginner set
Dinner date in Bangladesh and breakfast back in Winnipeg
The only time I take time off is when I'm dead
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