Jolly Roger

Lyrics

[Intro] (*Yawning*) [Verse 1] Just got off a plane, fuck a Lois Lane I don't save hoes, make 'em train like I'm Major Payne Sniffing cocaine off my dick, she a meter maid I just mean she fine, she a ticket I would gladly pay That is not my life, I was lyin' I'm just selling what you buyin' Honestly, I don't got no time for no games, knowin' her She would probably fuck a boring-ass nigga named Brian I am on the road doin' shows on the tour though Just make sure you cut the check correct, nigga, Zorro I got all the juice, but you don't know what else in store though Like I got a secret back room full of pornos So many fuckin' fuck-boys, why you want to fuck with me? I just want to rap, and get taxed for my luxuries If you think I care about your BM in my DMs You ain't Liam-fucking-Neeson, she was taken by the PM, uh Gotta ball out, now Kobe's gone, gotta put all my homies on You are in my room, and you just found out I'm the elephant No lookin' back, no second chance, gotta clean out my skeletons I don't sip lean, that's just decorated decadence Bathin' in my excellence, upperin' my echelons Double dare, definitely dickin' down the debutante Confidence my confidante, notice how I'm nonchalant Walkin' living legend on the edge, niggas falling off [Chorus] Flag wavin', yeah, it's way up Move in silence, we don't say much Don't need nobody to come save us Jolly Rogers Flag wavin', yeah, it's way up Move in silence, we don't say much Don't need nobody to come save us Jolly Rogers [Verse 2] Nigga, you late Stop tryna to at me with acne, get all of that shit off your face Nigga, I'm great Like Alexander commander, so all of my homies is straight Skrrt, skrrt yo' brakes You're not an ocean, a pond, I mean, y'all niggas more Ricki Lake Talkin' that fake Talkin' that Easy-Bake Oven shit, nigga, you don't get no cake, wait I just hope a shitty videographer falls out of the sky With his Canon T3i, filmin' Killer season five Lands on your face and you die in a chinchilla, man Just to give you a brand new meaning of a Killa Cam Sayin' I'm a rapper don't make these girls wanna fuck me I ain't in a band, I'm just an awkward nigga with some killer jams (No, really, they're dope) But you can't hang with me, get a clan Oh, you got a girl at a chain, bro? Ampersand? I don't be on the corner, like will.i.am's haircuts Couldn't care much, just fucked a bad bitch with a square butt Put the pussy on an R.I.P. t-shirt with a airbrush And loan it to funeral with two condoms and a spare nut Do it for the culture and my arousal White girl, but that ass so Rachel Dolezal, hit it in the name of Martin and Malcolm Call it Black History cunt or a victory brunch Might open a school for the blind, 'cause you can feel I'm the one Jolly Rogers [Chorus] Flag wavin', yeah, it's way up Move in silence, we don't say much Don't need nobody to come save us Jolly Rogers Flag wavin', yeah, it's way up Move in silence, we don't say much Don't need nobody to come save us Jolly Rogers