[Puerto Rican Intro]
Hair silky, smooth as bu*ter
Wild motherf**a, talk Spanish to your mother
Como tu ta donia, donde tu hijo, tu tiene frio
I warm her up use the sofrito
Talk sh** with papi, corner store sell the loosie
Cut the cameras off take it out the box and spot me
Awkward n***a but they flock me
Wear the shark tooth necklaces
Eat salami with my breakfastses
[Verse 1]
Vexed n***a, mad skressed n***a
I can't even pa** a f**ing math test n***a
Dropped out got a n***a mad pressed figure
I do raps like Magellan and map quest n***a
We go together, like peas and q's
Go together like fat b**hes need the view
Go together like Chris Brown beat his boos
Go together like toilets and poo
And Dutch Rebelle's the bae
But wouldn't let me hit it if I had 2 broken legs
These b**hes want my money I ain't got a penny saved
Penny savers or a Save-A-Lot where I'm shopping n***a, Aye
I get play like Greg Oden in the playoffs
Like Derrick Rose when his new ACL came off
I drink like I got laid off
And if you wasn't on my dick before b**h stay off
I think I'm Bing Crosby, sing godly
In the lobby with, dice and a cup of coffee
Do this every day like Buddhist meditating
Rapping ain't no game, that's why they mad that a n***a playing
Rest up, scarf down a sensu bean and chase it
With a wish to Shenron that a n***a might make it
And then I might get payment
Michael Jackson moonwalking off the spaceship
High as that n***a, that's a fact n***a
Top turnbuckle for these raps, like Five Star Frog Splash n***a
Treacherous at math and science cla**es
Wish the fat a**es walked slow like poured mola**es
Teachers used to tell me boy you slow as some mola**es
Prayed they had a girl and she took pole dancing cla**es
Cuz that's the type of sh** I'm on
Dave Chappelle, 3rd season, bird seasoned
Fried and breaded, I be betting
Dice game with Leonard Washington, Who the f** is Renee Zelweger
This song look good in a sweater
b**hes honey Graham like heather
And when the lights come off and it's my turn to settle down
I hope my b**h is made of silicone and look like Jackie Brown
Pam Grier's gimme head while my mans steer to the nearest of live theater
The fur dragging bear skin on my head and a toe tag
I body beats like how I broil the meat like fire nosed dragons
Wild goose chase, top gun, I got the best bars in the quad son. Squad up