Erik DotComme - Erik Bleu

These my throw away flows
You rock my throw away clothes
They can’t believe I had the nerve
To throw away those
If the shoes fits I’ll wear it
Just don’t step on my toes
Never trip on my laces
Place each step with my sole
They used chop on my Js
Now they chop on my loafers
Fuck choppin' on blades
I need a yacht in the ocean
I'm big pimpin' for life
Tiddies out in the open
Leave em out in the cold
Call them nipples Big Pokey
Wood
Grippin'
Flippin'
That thang
Letting these boys know
50 inches how it hang to my thigh
I ain't on that fry
Its that Po Yo and I'm in that Mo Mo Mo
This my champion flow
They used to deep sleep me
That was my Ambien flow
Please repeat me
I need my records to blow
Lace them with C3
No C-3PO
Y’all want it so easy
Why every girl a Virgo
Deep throating gurgle
How it pays to be me
Money blue and purple
You see I’m a Leo
Don't believe in horoscopes
I believe in trios
Had to let the hoes know
To the lip injected hypocrites
Who love to get my dick erect
Stuck between Nicoderm
And can I bum a cigarette
Crusty mascara on
Marlboro pheromones
Got the highlights on but no one is home
I stay mobbing in Tahoes
With Vietnamese and Thai hoes
With at least 5 hoes in them
And each one got a side hoe
I like a big booty bitch
With a bad attitude
That like to get rich
And feed me good food
To put up with my shit
Because she love that I'm rude
Ain’t stressing me out
Because I ain’t your dude

Written by:
ERIK MARTINEZ

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