Tailored Canadian Tuxedos

Lyrics

[Intro] Pick a card honey (Thank you) (It's so hot) Hold it up Ace of spades That's a neat trick I heard you blew a little girl's thumb off in Reno doing that I am the best you'll ever see So I keep hearing Shall we find out? [Verse 1] Uh Yeah I'm back boy Mil Loving how they hate me Hate how they love other people just for material shit It hits different Six chickens in a big pigeon coop Niggas staying in their crib 'casue there isn't shit to get into (Bored) If a nigga got a problem I be quick to get at you Ship you home in a coupe and then lift the parachutе The whole world learnеd about the word toxic I got everyone peeping, even the nerds watching (Yeah) You got shit on your shoulders from the birds flocking I got Chicago city and the 'burbs popping Don't watch me, watch my lyrics Don't try to block me nigga, stop the sprint All I do was sit back, get back in my groove I can't lose when I'm out here just ripping the tracks You niggas corny, time to let loose the chipmunks I be performing in swim trunks No suits but I mind my business Life is a constant battle, that's why I just keep winning Niggas is content long as pies flipping They tried to kill me, you saw how I rose each image [Chorus] Shit, I stunned all the phasers Ganja I blaze up, the monsters has raised us I'm the best in the city, don't get left in the city You know what we on We at your funeral with tailored Canadian tuxedos mother fucker (Woo yeah boy) ([?] sheesh) [Verse 2] Come back just to take what's mine I don't see why y'all hate this gu Man the chase gon' splash I tried all the ideas, they all booming (Yup) Fuck you and y'all movements I got the super intelligent intellectual etiquette Peddable, elegant storm showers And I'm humping on better chicks Lunching with the Salsbury letterman, looking splashy Niggas never passed me Rappers is ass cheeks I tell their ass to get the fuck out of here Imagine what I do with these rappers' careers I never change boy, things get rearranged boy I started banging with the people that do the same boy It rains more, Vic Spencer spitting like a chain saw Remain in war, I don't give a fuck about what you're aiming for Cause laymans tours be filled with cock buffers I keeps it real in the field you not welcome Simple I go peep files, I ain't did that in a while I just relax, sit back with the sound, mother fucker I did the impossible, ready for opportunity Off white Airs give me two or three [Chorus] Shit, I stunned all the phasers Ganja I blaze up, the monsters has raised us I'm the best in the city, don't get left in the city You know what we on We at your funeral with tailored Canadian tuxedos mother fucker (Woo yeah boy) ([?] sheesh) [Outro] Oh yeah we on top dog That's that weed though baby [?] here boy