Vic Mensa - Egyptian Cotton lyrics

[Hook] Egyptian cotton Egyptian cotton Egyptian cotton Line that skirt baby Line that skirt baby Line that skirt baby Line that skirt baby [Verse 1] Put your lip to your nose, put some stank in it Like you're sippin' on a cup full of paint thinner Shout to O-Dog, I'm a straight menace Boy I ain't playin', I'm in the game and it ain't a scrimmage INNANET, ballin' on the net like table tennis Where to start? Push to start, that'll make the finish Beast, hedge funds, I'm a head hunter for the bread though Comin' up fast like Sonic on Sega Genesis Vic aren't you excited? It's like you live a dream Gettin' paid to be on the pages of magazines Zetus lapetus, I might just take it to the moon Mushroom cloud in the room when I make a boom Hold your neck, put your hand like a surfboard Say you want, say you want, then let me see you twerk for it Turn around, back-back like a workhorse Work, work, workin', hundred thousand thread count [Hook] Egyptian cotton Egyptian cotton Egyptian cotton Line that skirt baby Line that skirt baby Line that skirt baby Line that skirt baby [Verse 2] Gold ring, two C's on the frames [?] from the straight A's, that's a 4 point range Used to hustle out my locker, now my locket turned to chains Same hood, same fake I.D., different name I'm the INNANET, where my dinner at? You little boy, centipedes on the Similac Repeat that like [?] with a tennis racket It's red rubies in my dinner package Pair of new dentures when you're eatin' like it's old money Ears ringin', I think they talkin' YouTube on fire cause I'm pushin' bu*tons like I'm tryna load somethin' It's madness, he's a beast, he's a savage Hold your neck, put your hand like a surfboard Now ride it, ride it Turn around, back-back like a workhorse Work, work, hundred thousand thread count