Mr. Magenta

In the future, call me bender
Feel like future, imma bend her over
She a smooch, by the bartender
Way it move, got me unsober

In the future, Raven Symone
Need a mansion, Cory Baxter
Remember chillin with strippers in limos
Feel like Dapper Dan im getting dapper

With her friends, tequila and rum
Yea i feel like Hermes on the run
Yea im Dionysus, i'm a diety
Off a couple grapes, turning 1 to 3

Feel like Tarzan thru the grape vines
Yea she said lets do some white wine
Purple nuggets like its Denver
Yea it's Thompson, mister magenta

Cold winter, hot summer
Don't matter cuz i'm getting butter
Getting guap, getting cheddar
In my own lane, no trendsetter

Silver surfer, im the wave runner
Going further, burning straight rubber
Pay the booking, then i make double
Rags to riches, never stay humble

Talk my shit, cuz been thru shit
Brother in jail, before i was 6
Put some pressure on the kid
That's why a nigga living how i live

Monochrome fit, down to the shoe
2 doors, gunmetal couple
Blood ties, mafia crew
Good dice, I could never ever lose

Grandfather clock, started as a stopwatch
Quiet kid, turned into a hotshot
Hot pot with the stew with the sauce
Starlite Studios or Up in Arms

Chop a nigga like a shallot
Tight rope, I got balance
Flight risk, like a maverick
Then i'm chillin with a bad bitch

And she sound like a pixie
Every time that I leave she miss me
Every time that I leave she kiss me
Dark lips got me feeling tipsy

I'm from E-town but my bitch outta Dallas
Never average cuz I need a challenge
Drinking out the king's chalice
Need a crib like the Buckingham Palace



Credits
Writer(s): Tei Thompson
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