Caruso

Caruso
Caruso
Caruso

Flair number four 'cause I floss that funk
It's the friar at your door with a massive dunk
They call me the friar 'cause I got a bald head
Band it up, band it up, then the stat sheet dead

Caruso

He don't flop
He don't walk
If you try and stop his hop
He gon' clean yo clock

Started for the Aggies in all four years (Gig 'em)
If you're privileged to witness my D, then you'll shed your tears
Won a chip with the lake show Rondo, and Kentavious the call-pope
Yeah and now I got a check as a Bull yo, but I'll always be Carushow

Caruso

He's heating up
He's on fire

Caruso

Caruso
Thirty mil' and I prove so
Still here from a deal with the Blue, yo
Clear the air I'll windmill over you, bro
One flex and you'll think I'm on the glucose
But this is real, man it's pure H20
Check the ID you'll see a name that you know
MVP is the chant for Caruso

Caruso, I'm the bald eagle mamba
Caruso, accountant of Wakanda
Caruso, teachin' lessons from the friar
Caruso, he's on fire

Caruso

I hit you with a pass when you drive the lane
I skip so fast 'cause my quicks insane
Put me in the corner end a quarter with a three pointer
Then you call another brother starter, no way

Caruso gonna be all the talk of the town
They love the way he work it and the way he throw it down
Heads up everybody, give him some room
Cock back and he make the backboard go boom

Undrafted

Undrafted
To a championship

To a chip



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Writer(s): Timothy Mahoney
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