Perfect Hair Forever

[Hook x2]
Baby I'm sitting pretty
I roll with goons and hippies
I know the world don't get me that ain't my fault
Maybe I'm chasing nothing
We're too high to function
You know we up to something trying to ball

[Verse 1]
You swing like a battle axe
Chromed out Cadillacs
Tryna do dirt I ain't fuckin' with no tattle rats
Tattle tale gibberish
Loose lip frivilous
Got a new bitch said she thicker than some licorice
Picture this, hit or miss
Kid from the slums
Hand smell like money
Clothes reeking like rum
You ever seen an alcoholic frolic through your ghetto?
That 'shroomed out, gooned out mobbin' through your meadow?
I'm a loner, I'm a rebel and my attitude is bad
I gamble and I womanise I get that from my dad
I'm a man of many vices, none of them are righteous
No insurance in the dash, fuck the cops, fuck your license
What's the worst that can happen? That hit and run, crashing?
Decorated mashin' with that second hand fashion
I turn water into wine, trash into treasure
Fat boy Jesus! No one can do it better, huh?

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[Verse 2]
Looking out the window, all I see is fuckery
Laughing at them rap fans, that don't even fuck with me
Talkin' bout some hip hop, why you getting uppity?
Pick any rapper on your playlist they can't even fuck with me
Bad Ass billy Gun, Burner and a Billy club
They don't want no autograph
They just want their titties rubbed
They just want a part of you
I just want some barbecue
I built this from the ground up like that shit ain't even hard to do
Anti, everything, Lemon Pepper Chicken Wing
Tapitio hot sauce, shimmer like a wedding ring
Wrestling with thoughts but I box 'em like Tito
Trinidad been the man beloved in Puerto Rico
They love me in the Middle East, They love me out in Mexico
What you need some molly, e, or coke, hold up I'll get a quote
I hit the beeper king, like, where you at?
There go that hair god with a couple bitches on his lap

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