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Yo

Um, excuse me

Uh, Garçon, please

Menu 3

Menu 3



[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]

The best gravlax is served inside a sauna, foreigner

Agent Provocateur

The albacore was on the corner, karma

Word to pego MAC-10

Pac’s Nefertiti

I’m Vito Andolini no black friends, eh

Flip you like Don Ciccio

Chi-chi man

They wan fi see mi with no bond or la idio

Idiot bwoy

The CD number 1 in my Helios

Sweltering son, it’s hotter than a prepaid

Tuanda said, "dega dejer"

I Shot The Sheriff buggering Wee-Bey, G play

The Donna Karen duffle in the Jeep day

DJ, roll up

Ponder average presser was a keepsake

Reshape, and hang you out to flood on a clean sake

Queens get the money, all I play is Mobb Deep these days

What’s the replay value on that bumbarass weed plate?

I ain’t fuckin’ with you n***as for shit

Witness the shift

Zeitgeist string on a stick, hook-line-sinker wit'-

Brown rice Yellowtail king on a fish

You ever sell ting on a swing

When I was 10 I held my cousin's FN FAL, we on the fringe

The way the béchamel flee on the drip, trip

Givenchy runners with the Montcler sweats, land wrecks

Slide a motherfucker like AmEx

Stretch you like Photoshop

Spandex on Instagram, man will stretch you like yoga mom



Ayo

Ayo

That same energy you put out

It comes right back and revolves, you fraud

You whippin’ up your supper from the trough, rack hittin’ dog

You kissin’ up to buttons on the blog, mack n***as gloss

And spin a muh'fucka for a cost

You have to pry it out my dead cold hands, grams

I spill the bud-

Ahh, fuck!

Ahh!

(You got it)