First
Look here, uh
First things first
Cashmere stay killing
Second thing dawg
I'm not Amer-i-can
Style so dope like
Pimp canes lifting on hoes
Yelling bout dough
Homer J. Simpson
Talk my business
Start I end it all
I just might white chalk
All my victims
Darling
My mind so star lit
I glimmer
Within the darkest days
Like shades of my winter
Call it what you wanna
High horse
Conceited
Big headed forget it
Just know I mean it
The realest thing
That you ever seen
A thesis
To what I'm thinking
I'm the truth
Abe Lincoln
Aw man
I got a million reasons
Why girls that's even
Strippers see the God
And believe it
Maybe cause how I bless the track
And do how I do
Or maybe I won't give a million
Maybe I'll give a few
Okay
First things first
Cashmere official
Two bad things
Trying to blow on whistle
I walk outside my vehicle
To rose petals
Girls wiping off windows
Oh I'm ice sickle
Cold I might get you
Wrapped up in pneumonia
Just on my aroma
Giving ya uncut
From the gut just like a smoker
Or people that's born and raised
As a Samoan
Bless you with the dopeness, yes
You can hold it
Stretch but are your arms
Strong enough to hold it?
Oh shit, I'm explosive
Like Dre in the moment
2001 and chronic my serotonin
I'm gone
You know you wanna roll
With the coldest
Thing since Rick James
His vein's nearly frozen
Preaching all my game
To dames and I'm hoping
Even close minded girls
Gotta get open cause
First things first
Cashmere that nigga
Dude too cool
Check blue like Sigma
All I drink is see-through liquor
Somebody please watch my liver
Aw I might switch up
Bars I deliver
And if I gotta be like y'all
I give up
Strong as my pickup
Line to Rhianna
Trying to find sisters
Dying to bi with her
If you don't like yourself
Me either
Sly young man
This mink long reacher
Aw they called Peter
Pan-ning my speakers
Can y'all not look
When I hook my divas?
Young man made that plan
Y'all see us
All been Arie at the end
India
This ain't right
This left field leader
Done came through
And he drew Ch-Chia
Chea Chea
Chea Uh-huh
Uh-huh I said
First things first
Young Benji
That nigga
Got Bounce?
You don't got no bounce nigga
You don't got no bounce nig-
The bounce coming up!
First things first
Cashmere stay killing
Second thing dawg
I'm not Amer-i-can
Style so dope like
Pimp canes lifting on hoes
Yelling bout dough
Homer J. Simpson
Talk my business
Start I end it all
I just might white chalk
All my victims
Darling
My mind so star lit
I glimmer
Within the darkest days
Like shades of my winter
Call it what you wanna
High horse
Conceited
Big headed forget it
Just know I mean it
The realest thing
That you ever seen
A thesis
To what I'm thinking
I'm the truth
Abe Lincoln
Aw man
I got a million reasons
Why girls that's even
Strippers see the God
And believe it
Maybe cause how I bless the track
And do how I do
Or maybe I won't give a million
Maybe I'll give a few
Okay
First things first
Cashmere official
Two bad things
Trying to blow on whistle
I walk outside my vehicle
To rose petals
Girls wiping off windows
Oh I'm ice sickle
Cold I might get you
Wrapped up in pneumonia
Just on my aroma
Giving ya uncut
From the gut just like a smoker
Or people that's born and raised
As a Samoan
Bless you with the dopeness, yes
You can hold it
Stretch but are your arms
Strong enough to hold it?
Oh shit, I'm explosive
Like Dre in the moment
2001 and chronic my serotonin
I'm gone
You know you wanna roll
With the coldest
Thing since Rick James
His vein's nearly frozen
Preaching all my game
To dames and I'm hoping
Even close minded girls
Gotta get open cause
First things first
Cashmere that nigga
Dude too cool
Check blue like Sigma
All I drink is see-through liquor
Somebody please watch my liver
Aw I might switch up
Bars I deliver
And if I gotta be like y'all
I give up
Strong as my pickup
Line to Rhianna
Trying to find sisters
Dying to bi with her
If you don't like yourself
Me either
Sly young man
This mink long reacher
Aw they called Peter
Pan-ning my speakers
Can y'all not look
When I hook my divas?
Young man made that plan
Y'all see us
All been Arie at the end
India
This ain't right
This left field leader
Done came through
And he drew Ch-Chia
Chea Chea
Chea Uh-huh
Uh-huh I said
First things first
Young Benji
That nigga
Got Bounce?
You don't got no bounce nigga
You don't got no bounce nig-
The bounce coming up!
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