Prince Akeem
Jit going crazy on this mother fucker
Yea
Cashemere RL, got racks like a bra sale
I'm wit a vegan bitch eating kale, just made a transaction thru the cell
I'm dope like the cartel, name hold weight like a barbell
Just fish tailed off the lot, I love that new car smell
Only smoke gasoline, might grease ya bitch Vaseline
It's gang shit fuck you mean, yea gang shit fuck you mean
My trap jump trampoline, I'm like bluebell with cream
My draws they say supreme, yea I'm the flyest nigga on the scene
I Feel like I'm Nip we just running laps, PGO pimpin that's off the flap
Park right out front like im handicap, still bout my chips like Andy cap
Swipe yo lil baby like closing apps, just dropped a pin on the google maps
Niggas selling they soul for a double tap, but bitch ima playa, you know it that, facts
Nothing but player shit in me, just dropped a deuce in a simply
I feel like Prince Akeem, you know I keep me a semi
Thinking Ima fall off, you fresh outa Luck like Indy
You know how it go niggas envy, but It's PGO pimping and business
I'm flossing flossing flossing, word to my dentist
I got these medals around my neck, like the olympics
Keep them suckers way from round me, im too superstitious
I got a rack on me right now, pull up and serve like tennis
I'm wavy like max b, making more plays than an athlete
I'm fresh like the prince nigga, wit a lil bougie bitch look like Ashley
Chopper hang out the back seat, clip on it longer than Shaq feet
Scoop yo bae like a taxi, you don't smoke what I smoke you can't match me
Lota green Bruce banner, deuce in a peach Fanta
Keep a bag like Santa, kush stinking like lost my manners
James Harden with the handle, lit like a wick on a candle
Sliding thru with the hammer, stick talkin country grammar
I told that lil bitch to take that, got me feeling like Diddy
I'm just giving you the facts, don't know why niggas all in they feelings
But one thang about me, I never cared bout opinions
Look at the stones in the pendant, I told you it's gang from beginning
Nothing but player shit in me, just dropped a deuce in a simply
I feel like Prince Akeem, you know I keep me a semi
Thinking Ima fall off, you fresh outa Luck like Indy
You know how it go niggas envy, but It's PGO pimping and business
I'm flossing flossing flossing, word to my dentist
I got these medals around my neck, like the olympics
Keep them suckers way from round me, im too superstitious
I got a rack on me right now, pull up and serve like tennis
Yea
Cashemere RL, got racks like a bra sale
I'm wit a vegan bitch eating kale, just made a transaction thru the cell
I'm dope like the cartel, name hold weight like a barbell
Just fish tailed off the lot, I love that new car smell
Only smoke gasoline, might grease ya bitch Vaseline
It's gang shit fuck you mean, yea gang shit fuck you mean
My trap jump trampoline, I'm like bluebell with cream
My draws they say supreme, yea I'm the flyest nigga on the scene
I Feel like I'm Nip we just running laps, PGO pimpin that's off the flap
Park right out front like im handicap, still bout my chips like Andy cap
Swipe yo lil baby like closing apps, just dropped a pin on the google maps
Niggas selling they soul for a double tap, but bitch ima playa, you know it that, facts
Nothing but player shit in me, just dropped a deuce in a simply
I feel like Prince Akeem, you know I keep me a semi
Thinking Ima fall off, you fresh outa Luck like Indy
You know how it go niggas envy, but It's PGO pimping and business
I'm flossing flossing flossing, word to my dentist
I got these medals around my neck, like the olympics
Keep them suckers way from round me, im too superstitious
I got a rack on me right now, pull up and serve like tennis
I'm wavy like max b, making more plays than an athlete
I'm fresh like the prince nigga, wit a lil bougie bitch look like Ashley
Chopper hang out the back seat, clip on it longer than Shaq feet
Scoop yo bae like a taxi, you don't smoke what I smoke you can't match me
Lota green Bruce banner, deuce in a peach Fanta
Keep a bag like Santa, kush stinking like lost my manners
James Harden with the handle, lit like a wick on a candle
Sliding thru with the hammer, stick talkin country grammar
I told that lil bitch to take that, got me feeling like Diddy
I'm just giving you the facts, don't know why niggas all in they feelings
But one thang about me, I never cared bout opinions
Look at the stones in the pendant, I told you it's gang from beginning
Nothing but player shit in me, just dropped a deuce in a simply
I feel like Prince Akeem, you know I keep me a semi
Thinking Ima fall off, you fresh outa Luck like Indy
You know how it go niggas envy, but It's PGO pimping and business
I'm flossing flossing flossing, word to my dentist
I got these medals around my neck, like the olympics
Keep them suckers way from round me, im too superstitious
I got a rack on me right now, pull up and serve like tennis
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Writer(s): Tommy Bouie
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