T.A.S.E. - Pretty Flacko II lyrics

[TASE] Who the jiggy n***a With the gold fangs Got me reminiscing Bout my old days Boy you know 214 Got it always Steering this wheel And it's okay Then turn this wheel and we smoking Puffing that potent Leave you unspoken Boy you can't hang with the chosen Hoes in my closet they chosen Whipping that soft mayne Hoes they can't hang here too often Back to the cleaners they often Back to the cleaners like balmain Young Pretty Flacko Im suave mayne Young pretty Flacko the swag man All black like batman I be that bad man Wearing the yeezys all tan Met a young girl And that's word to Japan Hop in the the P That's the plan Dam she a fan Blowing so hard like a fan Hop on the beat like a fan Took off her pants And she took me to France I'm just like dam Bring all your friends Brews in the fridge Now all divisions is bridged Unlike a fish I drown in water Don't think too much Though I'm rhyming so smarter Rage like a raptor Carter and after I'll be the charger You be the adapter Flipping the page Changing the chapter Might just may change my Dam career to an actor Money's a factor Like cheese is a Packer Hoping to one day Grow wheat in my Pasteur Beat and beat I cause a disaster Seam to defeat it I'm never defeated You look so depleted on thrones I be seated On bones I be feasting I swell like a bee sting I float like a bu*terfly Young Suave da Flacko I never lie Bug on the net and I'll never die Swag on my feet im a pretty guy Swag on the beat and its gritty Turn up the city My flows so dam witty Make rappers look silly Free all of my n***as like Willie We're making Milli's I'm feeling like Billy Rolling with d**h and pretty girl Your feeling a feeling inferior k**ing this beat like a serial k**ing the beat eating cereal Head so dam big like Arsenial n***a like really though Roll me a philly though Heated like Venus I hit like a helix She fine like a Phoenix Get p**y like Felix She touching my.... wow I said I'm the meanest My city's so scenic My chic looks anemic But really she's vegan In love with my region I'm leading a legion My team is competing Their hairlines reseeding My life has no meaning I'm streaming this weaving Creating a purpose Your useless your worthless Don't copy my cursive You'll end up herses k**ing these verses Yet humble in person Just look in my eyes And you'll see the diversion Writing this sermon Deep Deep like a barrel of Sherman I f**ing Tie die my shirt like it's burning Woke up for this in the morning Curing this stress and this yearning This pretty young flaco's been buried