Erik the $oy $auce - EXCEL

Shit, yeah, know you been doin' that motherfuckers wanna pour now
I'm not really fuckin' doin' niggas you some motherfuckin' doorknob
Doorknob, fuck it, your girl like I'm a whole house
Goddamn, so a house greenhub, fuckin' ass in the greenhasses

Motherfuckin' wanna green gasses fuckin' under fuckin' elastics
I'm gonna fuckin' excel if I wanna make it I'm gonna fuckin' excel if I wanna make it
I'm gonna fuckin' be the fuckin' potential In your motherfuckin' endo
Flex your Liam with the Brenda riding on your fuckin' ride-a-long

And just fuckin' check out that ratatouille pestle and mortar, fuckin' baskets
Like a motherfucker wanna metamorphose In your head, I'm excelling
Fuck it, girl, I'm a male And I'm about to be the motherfuckin' jealous
I'm not really tryna be the elegance In your motherfuckin' asses like mess

I swear to God, I'm not really missin' when it comes to motherfuckin' dollars, I'm dissin
And I got motherfuckin' tracks, I'm hissin' goddamn, I don't really know who the fuck is on my system
Goddamn, I'm fissin' I'm about to get that goddamn fission
Goddamn, fissin' You really, really can't stop me, nigga

I'm about to get that fission goddamn, lookin' at me now like division
I don't really know who the fuck is on my music
I really can't be someone more for myself
You can really stop a nigga, I'm on a rail

Helpin' your motherfuckin' ass And I'm thinkin' about that Galafel
Michael Phelps, swimming pool, bitch

Written by:
Erik Jones

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