Yeah, baby
It’s the Golden Achiever
Call up the hussies
You know, pour up a little cognac
Lube up them eardrums, baby
For the sensation (whoa)
Prepare yourselves for something real (uh)
Real marvelous
Gravy, baby, flow sick like syphilis (oh my God)
Brand new water bed, your bitch and me gon’ christen it
Please don’t suck my toes, baby, I’m too ticklish
I gave her the North Pole, I call her Saint Thiccolas (Thiccolas)
I’m living it, ain’t bout bands, that’s gibberish
Had to excuse myself, came right back with a different bitch
I’m glistening, hall of fame polygamist
I was tryna fuck my doctor, purposely tore my ligaments
Welcome to the new sensation
Way beyond imagination
You can feel the gravitation (gravitation)
I’m that guy (with the ice, baby)
I don’t even drip, I scuba dive (yuh, splash)
I don’t want it ‘less its supersized (stupid thick, baby)
Baby, I’m the lord of the fly (fly)
No surprise (y’already know)
Change the weather when my chariot arrives (drizzle, drizzle)
Gravy baby, I’m the young Jackson Five (I don’t want you back)
Ain’t no ho, just my genes tryna survive
Allow me to introduce my brother
The moneyless magnificent, Baby
Yeah, I’ma go in, uh
Don’t do ketamine, but I like amphetamines
Whole lotta red, don’t sip no grenadine
Don’t do bars, got bars, no melody
Green, green, green, green, eat celery
Best dick game of the 21st century
Paradiddle, pataflafla rudimentary
Swiss armo, I’ma split that pedigree
Bag big like bird, snapped like Sesame
Ayy, damn I’m dope
Shout out my parents for having me
My girl smart like Daphne
She got that Scooby Doo snackery
Ego Burj Khalifa, Mona Lisa, better stop gassing me
Baby and Gravy gon’ talk them hieroglyphics, talking blasphemy
On God
Whoa
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