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(Omelette du fromage) Chin wag in a boozer Quick count of the mula Boy, talk to me nicely or it's Click-bang with the Ruger, uh Neck five of the Jackson's Straight face when I backed 'em And if he's talking figures then, man I'm down for some action Tall glass of the Gordon's, ta Hallmark on me Audemars Tom Ford on me neck, me wrist You get hit with the whiff when I'm walking past Dripped out, Aquafina Get loud, back the nina (uh-oh) If a goddamn toaster jams I jump out the jar and I slap the geezer Got slapped with a sentence, went down Came back with a vengeance and now I'm bringing that smoke in a silk-cut suit While I'm puffing on a Benson, wapow 'S hapenning, ladies? Eyes on the prize while I hold the door And if a Potter don't pay the paper Leave a scar on his face like Voldemort VV's in my necklace shining Ten large on the watch and chain Pour gin in a high-ball glass Roll buds of the finest strain Get high with the wife, she's naked Outside by the pool in Spain Come jump on the jumbo jet I'll take you mile-high while I pop champagne (oh) Loading a clip then spray Had a man lit like Christmas Day Dropped down and I made him pray You know what I mean in a Christian way Put jewels on a Jesus pendant Lord forgive me if I strike him down And if a man try take the stash He gets wrapped like packs of the white and brown Kitchen king with the pots and pans Trap line pings and I drop that round Whip that white like a Boston Cream It's time to make dough, no Dunkin', man Got mouths to feed Bricks of the white and a pound of weed (uh-oh) Chef kiss when I serve 'em up I know Gordon Ramsay would be proud of me Clean as a cut, TCP Eyes on the block, CCTV And I ship packs like DPD So the boys on the beat won't leave us be I'm cooling, baby Sipping on a glass of the bourbon, baby Look, son, I'm a superstar And that's why your girl wanna fornicate me Whip German, a Guten Tag Quick puff on a Cuban dart If a man don't play their part Act up, get shot like a movie star Slick demeanour You know me call her Miss Davina (uh-oh) If a man try cross the line I'll get hit with more than a misdemeanour Chin wag in a boozer Quick count of the mula Boy, talk to me nicely or it's Click-bang with the Ruger, uh Neck five of the Jackson's Straight face when I backed 'em And if he's talking figures then, man I'm down for some action Tall glass of the Gordon's, ta Hallmark on me Aude-mars Tom Ford on me neck, me wrist You get hit with the whiff when I'm walking past Dripped out, Aquafina Get loud, back the nina If a goddamn toaster jams I jump out the jar and I slap the geezer
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