You salad cream sandwich
Your swag looks like your dad was Pete Sampras
You could find me on Habana Beach planking
Lighting cubans with a kerosine lantern
Gang sh**, hell abandoning I'm never leaving
Make your shorty pledge allegiance to my nether regions
All I can hear is heavy breathing
Shorty s**ed the whole boat, she swallowed hell of sea men
(get it? Se-men...)
We just rap for the sake of it (what else?)
95 Aston Villa training, kid (what?)
Do we have to still explain this sh**? (yep)
I guess we have to still explain this sh** (tell them)
All we have to do is say 'this sh**'
With a bare cadence, it's amazing that we actually get away with it
Get away from him... hang your baby off the balcony
But don't expect to get away from him