Lyrics:
Now I pull off the lot in a new foreign
Say fuck all you niggas, I know you ain't with me
This AMG63, I gotta get it (go get it)
24 inches, I want my
When I was a boy I lived on Poplar St
Just a little child with plasters on my knees
Watching all the world from high up in the trees
I saw Mrs Moore
Moore,
George Moore,
Catch Me Daddy English Moors,
And broken doors,
You live in Keats,
The Liffey littered with Grogan's seats,
And Disorder by Joy
if those many Sams could all fit in a casket
Pretty as the picture but go figure still a cat fish
Save me with a safety or he'll take me with a fast
Ralph Lauren was borin' before I wore him and..
I don't like it unless it's (brand new)
You might see me in my (brand new) whip
With my (brand new)
Ralph lauren was borin' before I wore him and. .
I don't like it unless it's (brand new)
You might see me in my (brand new) whip
With my (brand new)
Roll it on up!
Give me that!...
No no, the college degree is stuffed with absolutely nothing at all.
You get, you get nothing with your
ain't True or Ralph Lauren that shit shouldn't even come out yo mouth
I'm too cool to be fucking with you broke hoe's
They call me True Religion Shawty
shit I think they want more
Little nigga number two, popping shit DJ Moore
Niggas ain't making no money what they talk for
I'm tryna have that gold on me
it's fuck you and pay me
So much Ralph Lauren I think I deserve a sponsorship
Call me Ralph Hendrix boy that should be my alias
Not human boy I'm alien
that meant a pity she tried to convince me to become celibate. As she hums the tunes of Ralph Tresvant she needs a man with sensitivity.
How can
I was just on a song with a magician
He fooled me into thinkin' that he can't spit it
But then he told me he was into fitness
I could tell with all
at me
Pull your panties to the side
I know this girl with boots on she's turned on by wearin G strings
She likes her thongs with my fingers all
Have some compassion
Or with her you will be clashing
Gimme more like Kenya Moore
Go take a look at all her sashes
My bitch was bashful
But she took
Ralph Lauren
Every time I get out, they pull me right back in
The Michael Corleone of the microphone
The Michelangelo of flow I paint pictures with
make a fresh painting of my head
Then I hung out with a king and a queen
And the queen put me down with her polo team
The way I scored points all
go
Y'all the ones that don't love yourselves
(Yeah)
Time to go in
Look
All eyes on me
Feelin like Pac, can't fuck with me (nah)
Ain't no other
of the world
You see to me all women are wild flowers
And if you understand what I'm sayin'
I want you to
Mmm take my hand
Come with me, baby, to Love
Stay with me
I can give you all you need
I tried to hold the distance but I waited deep in love
And I´m drowning in the loneliness inside
In case you
you
It's just another city
I left you at the airport
With tears in my eyes
I walked out of the terminal
To a classic grey Irish sky
And I'm glad for all
10th-grade coolin'
Might come out with a movie (yeah)
Middle school, fool with that ball
High school, can't tell me nothing at all
(None) 14 what I was
gold with the ankh on ice
In the city, I'm with 3
Beamer coupe all white
Say she wanna go for me
She just sayin' what I like
You could maybe fool me once
the lung
And Ralph got hit in his dick
I don't wanna deal with no lames or no pricks
Now I'ma make some better shit
Than whatever that skelly shit was
You
on my arm
'Cause it belongs to me and I belong next to Ghengis Khan
In a coffin carbon-dryed with my body in bronze
Like Han Solo when he got frozen in
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