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Fresh out the clink cookin' up, Martha Stewart
Martha Stewart (ayy), Martha Stewart (ayy)
Make maneuvers (yeah), think I'm Martha Stewart
What is it that I haven't done yet, uh
Grammy's, uh, Emmy
Uh, Angelina Jolie, Katie Holmes, Martha Stewart
Oprah Winfrey, Mama Blanco
Sarah
Martha Stewarts prison shank
Martha Stewarts prison shank
Martha Stewarts prison shank
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Stewart Baking
Martha Stewart Living
Martha Stewart Weddings
The Martha Show
Living on the radio
Martha Stewart's everywhere
We've all got a piece
So trust me I'm gonna get you get you
Withut a record out shit go down don't it?
What ever go up, it gotta go down don't it?
Martha Stewart guilty
has a problem
She is very old
With her bladder
You are outside
Sucking on a can
Passed out in the living room
Martha Stewart
Is speaking
Three
these muddy waters
Spent my whole life moving forward
I'm the evidence
Legendary veteran
Heaven sent with rhetoric
Cooking up with Martha Stewart
Housewives trying to recapture their youth
By wearing floral print and suede
Fixing their hairdos with PC, chemical-free hairspray
Martha Stewart
show you how to use doubt as fuel
Convert it to gunpowder too
Now what you do is put the match to the charcoal fluid
Put a spark to it like Martha
a bitch
Donald Trump can say
"You’re fired!" Let Martha Stewart run
Her company the same
Way and be the same way! "Fuck
Oh, evil bitch" But Donald Trump,
the jumble
Spit fluid and swear he didn't do it
Got my bottom bitch locked up with Martha Stewart
She say she had the hoe cookin' deep dish
She say Martha
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Even Machine Gun Kelly
Even Martha Stewart
Even clexa
Even Joe Biden
But yeah that's the price of fame
But I wouldn't trade it for anything
to tumble down the hill
I won't be your Friday paycheck
I won't be the prize you flaunt
And I won't be your Martha Stewart, baby
Or your all-night
to tumble down the hill
I won't be your Friday paycheck
I won't be the prize you flaunt
And I won't be your Martha Stewart, baby
Or your all-night
don't mean to boast
But damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ads
The Martha Stewart
That's far from Jewish
Far from
don't mean to boast
But damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ads
The Martha Stewart
That's far from Jewish
Far from
[Master P]
I like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail
And holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer
And still got a ghetto
Rosie O, Kathy Lee
Martha Stewart wanna watch you bleed
I'd take that cow Oprah Winfrey
And chop her into hamburger meat
I would pay any price
called the law
I was never home but hid the money in the walls
Constant visits from the A.T.F
So I copped some cribs in the ATL
Martha Stewart
the Buick.
I got fiends blowing CREAM like Martha Stewart,
We on that up north jail shit, harder than steel chips.
Ya'll niggaz better bail quick, before
the holidays
Martha Stewart holiday scene
Looking like we're in a magazine
We're so cute we snap our selfie together at Christmas time
How did we get here
How
the exec spam for likes like you want to 1212 and who is this addition to the bourgeoise zoo this Martha Stewart living
could feed Asia
Have Asians in the kitchen cookin' in Louis V. aprons
Word to Martha Stewart, if I could park a Buick
Then I could flip a Brink's
for the cash
Yeah, girl don't be basic
Hit this joint let's get faded
Pre-rolled I just face it
Martha Stewart with that cake
Girl just face it, get
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