Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so
And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow
I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes
Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
Route 66 & plus, i'm only stopping to change clothes
Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes
Alot of episodesand as the glock loads
Like clothes, herself swallows my census
Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus
You rain-bows, so you just skittles in plain clothes
With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes
If we ain't right and always at the throats
Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes
And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth
But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes
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