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Chrome on the monster intestines
Wit' a top model and a
I'ma Rottweiler yes rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby straight up out 'da stroller

on the monster leather intestines
With a top and a contestants
I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma 'n' roller
Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out da stroller

1:]
Im higher than the solar system twist 'em
Im like Macaulay I was rich when I was pissin'
On Im ballin' you niggaz haterholics
Im jus' the recipe so you can save the
Im a set of keys Im 'bout to get it started
I smoke 'dem Beverly Hills from
bitches after me so I put that paddle on 'em
She rode my and said she shoulda put a saddle on 'em
I watch out for 'dem snakes listen for that rattle
And I aint got a clique I got a homie
Wud up five kickin' back jus' bein'
Im talkin' money like a European dude
Yeah Im heavy mane so you reconsider
I hit you one fuck up yo equilibrium
I got rhythm yeah I got yall
I travel all the world like a postcard
My flow cold fuck and get a cold sore
I got bitch on lock like a closed door
Weezie's real 'dem niggaz folklore
Im I got more hoods than a coat store
Im successful I got more than you can hope for
And I got thru water like a boat ore
Young the name
Baby boy risin' hot water and 'caine

Whip it stretch it and it
Reup stretch it and flip it

2:]
Reup, we up in the club we up in the
Money runnin' water bitch get up in the tub
Im up in the club she up in the he up in the club
Now she can't so we fuck in the club
Am I or what Playboy Rabbit
And I big tongues like skateboard fashion
I got gurls than the Playboy Mansion
I bet I serve 'em up my name Pete Samprace
And a nigga drink the late Fred Sandford
And a smoke like there is no cancer
And I this world is so cold and decievin'
But I keep my head up like my is bleedin'
Yeah, and until chosen evenin'
I'ma be screamin Apple and
Yeah that's rite and Eagle
Hollygrove 17 I leave you
Nope, and is just the preview
But I'm already workin on the
Fuck wit' me I'll fuck wit' yo home
Like a letter to the wife ya husband is gone
Like Muslim Im but like Muslim I'll bomb
And beat the track up a hundred arms
Im funky underarms
The recordin a thunderstorm
My hunger forms ring the alarms
The 2 was nice but the third times a charm

Weezy Fuckin'