Speak - Mexican Jacket (Indian Flute) lyrics

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Speak - Mexican Jacket (Indian Flute) lyrics

[Intro] Aw sh** look at all this hair I look like John Stamos, Shawn Michaels, Eric Estrada Muthaf**in Yanni and uh... But fo'real my name is Speak, Speaky F Baby aka Speaky Maidana And I'm a Westside, Artgoon, Craiglist k**er [Verse 1] Coulda been a doctor shoulda been a lawyer Turned into a scum f** neighborhood voyeur Creeping on your wifey while she dressing in the window She a little nympho stay at home bimbo Bucket list, yo, I'm tryna f** miss info She need a mighty good man like En Vogue Posted on your flickr, ain't nobody sicker Than a Polaroid Playboy kicking it with strippers House shoe slippers, and a Japanese robe Money stashed in the oven, top ramen on the stove Packet full of flavor, I'm waving at my neighbors But I never felt safe around them cool vanilla wafers Never trust them white folks in them wayfarers My friends steal gucci, we don't wear the same pair Why stress them if they giving you the gray hair f** them full of funnel cake dump them at the state fair Yea b**h, you know I got a sweet tooth Twisted metal game sharp show 'em that I sheet proof Need proof well I'm the best living fizzy, lift your drink swig And then we chop them all to ribbons, right Good riddance, now let me see that kitten That tight little p**y that'll fit him like a mitten I get it while the gettings good Test me b**h I wish you would You don't know what the f** i've been through, wanna make a mill let me write you a hit Go sing it for the world, them think you the sh** Rap game so simple when you pleasing the pimps But when they say my name they plead the fifth Right, they try to keep him in the dark like Max B They try to f** me in the a** like, Raz B They didn't know I was great like Gatsby American rap icon, Hi that's me Where's Chris Clancy hiding in my pantry Watching me bone Tia and Tamera Landry Sister Sister give them nipple twisters Two twins, four tits, fingers full of blisters Not bad for an out of work hipster Who got a brain like a cement mixer And I'm sipping on elixir What up Ayla I see you with the kickster Two shots now your radio dead I'm like f** s** we getting radio head, brah [Outro] Westside, Artgoon, Craiglist k**er k**er Hi Matthew, Hi Sydney, Hi Christian Hi Ayla, Hi Denson, Ha, What up Phil Make sure to go download Inside Out Boy it's tight as f** Pizzawave sh** for the 99 and the 2012 Oh, and f** Anthony Fantano You ain't safe in Korea town brodie Third and Vermont I stay there you are not welcome in Korea town Believe that, look at that f**ing hair swinging Look at that sh** I look like motherf**ing Mufasa Oooh, Mufasa