cueto
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I could break a levee with these diamonds Watch em shimmy, Johnny Cueto how they throwing off the timing Jacket goose-infused, velvet in the lining Probably sacrilegious all the materials I’m combining All this fine dining got my palate refining but Red Snapper lemon pepper got real estate in my mental The upholstery Tuscan leather essential The turbo switch on the dash got me torching the residential I wrap my wrist with a towel, the Tourneau on it torrential The plug identity confidential Remember them late nights when the pressure built in my temples Gripping pencil I figured that my ascent was eventual I don’t know the destination but I know the feel Muscle memory how I control the wheel Bodybuilder Bentley tear the street up like it’s Cloverfield Wocky in my brother cup, he can’t afford a soda spill I don’t know the destination but I know the feel Muscle memory how I control the wheel Bodybuilder Bentley tear the street up like it’s Cloverfield Wocky in my brother cup, he can’t afford a soda spill I’m at RPM, carefully crafting a manifesto Ravioli lookin like Michael Phelps in the pesto It’s not on the menu, I’m cool with paying the extra Carats hit the cutlery, conjure a different spectrum Pinky ring turning my plate to the Mississippi Need some extra napkins, the server dispatch em quickly Saunter out the spot and the valet go get the whippy Glad I wore the baby blue beetle shell, weather got kinda nippy Two things I keep are a bankroll and my composure It’s crazy how I can smoke out the booth completely sober So far ahead of the pack I can’t see em by looking over my shoulder It’s so much distance between us all I can hear is my motor Press a button, cut the engine Take a break, fill the tank, stretch my ligaments, tendons Recharge then I’m back on road Lap these muhufuckas when I get in mode I don’t know the destination but I know the feel Muscle memory how I control the wheel Bodybuilder Bentley tear the street up like it’s Cloverfield Wocky in my brother cup, he can’t afford a soda spill I don’t know the destination but I know the feel Muscle memory how I control the wheel Bodybuilder Bentley tear the street up like it’s Cloverfield Wocky in my brother cup, he can’t afford a soda spill
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