gotta throw Fat Bastard in the mix...
I'm tired of working wood, too many splinters in my hand
Steering wheel turn white, I got voice command
Hoes in V.I.P., like they play truth or dare
Y'all look like ants, cause we move by air
Like that there, I make myself clear
Screens lit up in the roof, we call 'em chandeliers
I hit the shower, fresh and clean for a hour
Hopped out Versacci walk, start mixing up that powder
-Fat Bastard...
aint his best...but he up there..
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