See Style and Cristopher Powell Jr - Come On

Yes it true
My ego
Way bigger than
My Dick
Out here blowing dollars
That
I can’t afford to spend
Trying to ball
Like Ken
But I am ain’t fucking barbies
Sipping liquor
With your auntie
Trying to get party started
I am quoting Cardie
If I don’t speak then
I don’t fuck wit you
They rating shouldn’t matter
Long as you fell good with you
Cause
It’s always been
You vs you
And that should feel
Like
Deja vu
(Deja vu)

Why the pants stop at the ankle?
We paid for the whole suit

Can’t be robbed
By the Taylor
Say bitch give me the loot
Jersey number
32
Hall of fame like OJ Simpson
You should know
That I go hard
Read my bio and description
She don’t want to switch positions
She can’t climb on top of that
Just lay down
On the bed
Spread them legs
And let me stab
My lifestyle middle class
It ain’t nothing fabulous
But I also understand
That some living worse
Some people
Living worse than us
My side chick
Cut me loose
She say
She thinning out roster
She told me was I was cool
But she should focus on her ballers
My ego out the picture
I can understand why
They fuck her good
And tell the truth
I nut quick
And I lie
But
I am Arc way Georgia
Peach cobbler and apple pie
Fee gun amply
My vocals
Make them louder and clear
My bars
Make me get hard
This for my dick and my ears
Deep fry
And swallow your fears
Stop acting like a bitch
And come on


Yea it's true
My ego way bigger than my dick
Out here blowing dollars
That I can't afford to spend
Trying to ball like Ken
But I ain't fucking no Barbies
Sipping liquor with your auntie
Trying to get the
Party started

Yea it's true
My ego way bigger than my dick
Out here blowing dollars
That I can't afford to spend
Trying to ball like Ken
But I ain't fucking no Barbies
Sipping liquor with your auntie
Trying to get the
Party started

I am riding
On I 30
I can see the skyline
I had to shave my head
Bald
Fuck
My hairline
Anaconda Kind
Of flow
Rappers get strangled alive
On beats
Applying
Pressure
Till they heart rate decline
My crib smell like Pine Sol
I told them hoes to clean up
I had them haters looking salty
Like
Planters peanuts
Your IQ to low
You can’t be fucking with us
I standardized
This enterprise
We making hits
Consistently
You ain’t got to rock
With me
Cause
I told
See Style
He a beast
If you auntie acting funny
I ain’t
Scared to beat
My meat
Consider this a meet
And greet
So now you
Know what I am on
Stop
Acting like a bitch
And come on

Consider this a meet
And greet
So now you
Know what I am on
Stop
Acting like a bitch
And come on

Consider this a meet
And greet
So now you
Know what I am on
Stop
Acting like a bitch
And come on

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