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[Verse 1: Johnny Venus] Teeth deep in disbelief A bunch of people peep the pose We got prose We got cons on the road On patrol, We leave heater bombs on they toes Welcome to the village where my river runs Nia Long High ceilings, bong ripping, white feeling Technicians, hype dealings I cracked my window seal in She cracked that wishing pill in I swear this shit feel like Jesse Jackson with a pipe Or Lisa on a hike mixed with Rosa on a bike Until they pull me over, flying saucers of blue lights We got offers, we got offers, man Please step off the ice I swear a giant cup of Shut The Fuck Up do you right You might even go live it, you know nigga your life That's what I told the critic when he asked me bout specifics Zulu lifted, you ain't gifted My KeKe Palmer hold the karma in her hands sifted Well what do you know? A couple of more incredible hoes Address them as such cause they don't know much I tried to put them on but they don't know hush These queens, they just know blush Supreme 'til I stick my solar system in the middle of they little I-don't-think-you-hear-me really soggy dreams Now we up all night like some coffee fiends I swear the time's always right unless I'm counting things But see I'm from a place where they got poplar trees, gumming in those taller things so you have to follow me [Hook] And everywhere we go, we find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles And everywhere we go, we find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles And everywhere we go, I bet we find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles And everywhere we go, we still finding new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles [Verse 2: Doctur Dot] Pleasure myself to images of wealth Ain't it funny how a 100 look like sex? My dick in two vaginas, 100 dollars worth of mess Slick and slimy, get behind me while I get beside myself I promise the pressure is enormous So much so that niggas forget what the point is until the barrels pointed like it was at me and moms on that Thomasville morning Rest in peace Richard Lee, I cried when they played that organ But, anyway—this for my pops in that Vote Lee Wise T-shirt, chillin' on the couch Shake his head at the news and tell me what life's about Now it's liquor in his juice, the knowledge keep coming out Probably cause he done seen the shit that I'm worried bout Probably cause he done dreamed the shit that I'm dreaming now So you fuck niggas, keep my name out your mouth And make room for my dick when the beat drop [Hook] [Outro] Now bring it back baby, throw it back, throw it back, bring it back while I eat it from the back baby
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