DINNER AT SHOKU

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Warhol.SS - Rap

DINNER AT SHOKU

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[Intro] (Snoozed) Uh, yah (Yo, what's good, Geeohh?) Cook that surf and turf too— Paid my— Huh Big 32, nigga, they know what the fuck goin' on, man Yeah, ayy [Chorus] Cook that surf and turf too easy, paid my chef in hundreds Ship out boxes size of TV, get in packs and dump 'em Wagyu steak and two Martinis, I'm her most beloved We be mobbin' and shit schemin', they can't break the structure The way she suck me she need roses, pop out, sent a dozen I call my plug more than my homies, we don't talk for nothin' Cash talk, that's all I think, but foenem chalkin' some' I tuck two million, shit like peezy, I can't slip for nothin' [Verse 1] That AP froze, summit, on Forbes I'm thinkin' money In the trap he a fuckin' flunky, my word, put nothin' above it Rap my passion, trappin' paid off, I then came to love it 20K, that's nothin', now make that triple double I keep shit super subtle, this drip got no logo This bitch cost fifteen hundred, I play shit possum dummy This shit 'bout guns and butter, they thinkin' it's TECs and cutters When I'm countin', she say she love me, cut throats like Ted Bundy [Chorus] Cook that surf and turf too easy, paid my chef in hundreds Ship out boxes size of TV, get in packs and dump 'em Wagyu steak and two Martinis, I'm her most beloved We be mobbin' and shit schemin', they can't break the structure The way she suck me she need roses, pop out, sent a dozen I call my plug more than my homies, we don't talk for nothin' Cash talk, that's all I think, but foenem chalkin' some' I tuck two million, shit like peezy, I can't slip for nothin' [Verse 2] I don't even speak if it's no reason, I enjoy the silence I handle my business while I'm chiefin', Lord knows I'm the highest The truth be told, this shit too easy, bitch, we change the climate A thousand ones to every man is 10K at the lightest I know my touch is some' like Midas, I turn shit to gold When I'm beatin' the pot, I leave no mercy, damn near clipped the stove I'm bred from soldiers, if you starvin', then we huntin' strong You front your shit, then I'm gon' know in time, your cover blown Yeah, it's the motherfuckin' biggest Big 32, they know what the fuck goin' on, man Check the fuck in, nigga Yeah

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  • Warhol.SS