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Marcel Adams

Hus Kingpin, CRIMEAPPLE
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Yeah Mmm-mmm It's Wavo, it's the wave pope Mmm, what's waving? Uh, uh Caviar smoke, Madagascar coat Bahama strip, a hundred keys a boat Yo, we just getting close to gold, roping our hopes I wrote this on Firestones, it's Wavo Stallone Uh, y'all all jabronis and drones I twist the Al Capone, sing Sicily poems and ballads I zone black, man of my own, try me, you flat Crime app hit me like, "Slime wave, it's time for the comeback" These old niggas hating on that mumble rap I told 'em let 'em live, they just kids Like PA say, y'all niggas used to tootsie roll back in the day And y'all still rock MC Hammer pants, you don't say? Sniff a dollar bill thrill, my crave keep me caved Slave to my moon shave, Californ' wave, my maze amaze Y'all niggas only see my outer force It's Wavelord, the wave bog My cause is wired for war, Wavo Yo, you lacking, we Jim Caviezel with the passion (What?) You eating rations (What?), some of my pants need elastic (What?) Cut from the cartel fabric (Right) Count the math up 'cause I'm eating like Marcell Adams (Hoo) Yo, you lacking, we Jim Caviezel with the passion You eating rations, some of my pants need elastic (Elastic) Cut from the cartel fabric (What?) Count the math up 'cause I'm eating like Marcell Adams (What? What? What? Glory) My rain would blow, it's notable like El Niรฑo Ironic, shit ain't cut, but the users call it primo Touch G's, I'm a guido, plus I got sauce to spare (Right) To any rappers who listening, lend a cautious ear (Listen) You shouldn't hit me for verses, man, what the fuck for? (Why?) You play yourself like twenty-one at the slut walk (What?) I sit back, smoke mustard, and let the duck talk My shirt the shade of duck sauce, my shoulder, had to brush it off My competition settled on dirt and it was catastrophic If it ain't reeking through the wrapper, I ain't ever cop it (Never) Gotta profit, make sure the link melancholic (Bing) Live bucolic, I need the cottage and the twatage And the dollars, my lady never seen no bondage (Never) I keep a line on my head like I'm Larry Johnson (Hoo) I'm a witty motherfucker, gritty motherfucker I wash your bitch ass up, pull a mop out the bucket, what?