JFK Interlude

I'm gettin' brains in the whip like JFK
All my chains in this bitch, that's a new ice tray
N' I'm Congolese at night but I'm a spick by day
She wanna new photoshoot just to get dick by Day
Chanel, Chanel sneaks told her rock these
She think I'm cheatin' I don't cop pleas
PHD's the opps don't got these
Still holla "Ouh Woo" "Ah EEE"
Got the game resurrected
Fuckin' all they daughters, put the blame on they parents
I'm deceptive she invested
Flee the country to send a message
Bitch, I did it all on my own
10k cash out I did it all my phone
N' I barely put the tip in I make all of em' moan
I swear I love a bitch that be watchin' her tone
Steve Jobs made the guich pop
Apple guap made the streets hot
I'm at the top I don't need top
I turned some salsa to a street bop



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Writer(s): Max Ventura
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