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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... yeah yeah
I'm in my underwear right now
Fresh out of the closet, nigga, look at my hand
Imperfection, my erection standing tall as it can
Ain't losing blessings, throw them shits in my direction
Taking flights without connections
Like elections with the shit
Screaming yes we can
Jump borders like a Mexican
When I stand, brush off the dirt
Like a Jay-Z stan
But ya'll stay
I'm on top, love, like I'm Beyoncé
I'm saying I'm the shit, and Cottonelle is out of stock
Boolin' like I'm Carti, got shit hiding in my sock
I'm The Rock in the kitchen, nigga
What do you smell
I cast spells
Avada Kedavra and empty shells
Hope the good lord catch on my way down to hell
My nigga, I'm doing swell
She gives me laptop brain, nigga, shoutout to Dell
I'm just trying to be the boss, man, thats word to Carell
I got a Pam to my Jim
I got a Kim to my Slim
I got a girl who gon' be like
"Yeah I belong to him"
But I don't take ownership
Shit, if my momma heard this verse, she would probably flip
So what's up Momma, I know you listen
Remember when I was christened
I bet you never ever thought you'd hear the shit that I'm spitting
I'm gone
I'm in my underwear right now
Fresh out of the closet, nigga, look at my hand
Imperfection, my erection standing tall as it can
Ain't losing blessings, throw them shits in my direction
Taking flights without connections
Like elections with the shit
Screaming yes we can
Jump borders like a Mexican
When I stand, brush off the dirt
Like a Jay-Z stan
But ya'll stay
I'm on top, love, like I'm Beyoncé
I'm saying I'm the shit, and Cottonelle is out of stock
Boolin' like I'm Carti, got shit hiding in my sock
I'm The Rock in the kitchen, nigga
What do you smell
I cast spells
Avada Kedavra and empty shells
Hope the good lord catch on my way down to hell
My nigga, I'm doing swell
She gives me laptop brain, nigga, shoutout to Dell
I'm just trying to be the boss, man, thats word to Carell
I got a Pam to my Jim
I got a Kim to my Slim
I got a girl who gon' be like
"Yeah I belong to him"
But I don't take ownership
Shit, if my momma heard this verse, she would probably flip
So what's up Momma, I know you listen
Remember when I was christened
I bet you never ever thought you'd hear the shit that I'm spitting
I'm gone
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Chichester
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