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

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

1:]
Im higher than the solar system marley 'em
Im like Macaulay Culkin I was rich I was pissin'
On myself Im ballin' you niggaz
Im the recipe so you can save the garlic
Im like a set of Im 'bout to get it started
I smoke Beverly Hills from California
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 for that rattle homie
And I aint got a I got a cattle homie
Wud up five kickin' back bein' booL
Im foreign money like a European dude
Yeah Im heavy so you should reconsider
I hit you one time fuck up yo
I got rhythm yeah I got yall
I travel all around the world a postcard
My flow fuck around and get a cold sore
I got this bitch on lock like a closed
real 'dem otha' niggaz folklore
Im connected I got more than a coat store
Im successful I got more shit you can hope for
And I got 'dat water like a boat ore
Carter the name
Baby boy risin' hot water and 'caine

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

2:]
Reup, we up in the we up in the club
Money runnin' like bitch get up in the tub
Im up in the she up in the club he up in the club
Now she leave so we fuck in the club
Am I or what Playboy Rabbit
And I like big tongues skateboard fashion
I got more gurls than the Mansion
I bet I serve 'em up like my Pete Samprace
And a nigga like the late Fred Sandford
And a nigga smoke there is no cancer
And I know this world is so cold and
But I keep my head up like my nose is
Yeah, and until chosen evenin'
I'ma be screamin Apple and
Yeah that's rite Apple and
Hollygrove 17 I won't you
Nope, and this is just the
But I'm workin on the sequel
wit' me wrong 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 up like a hundred arms
Im like underarms
The recordin a thunderstorm
My forms then ring the alarms
The Carter 2 was but the third times a charm

Weezy Baby