Well well well Mon cher
It seems that we're getting some stares in here
Cuz it's always stop the car I wanna see that over there
Or stop what you're doing boy you're making me scared
I hope that exorcism didn't ruin the bed
You got a headache babe hey I got you some meds
Why dyou always have to ask me why my eyes are red
I been staring my devil's long the last one fled
But I have to pay the price
I bet it won't be nice
Could blister the haters
Collecting money no wires
Just papers
Got my older cousin talking bout acres
C with talks like this me I got to dilliver
For the good lord to dilliver me to bigger places
In fact I could figure
I'm a six seven 4 ever rising figure nigger
Who don't even need triggers
Just get me my golden cutlass
And my fulleren katana
Never had such a thing as baby mama drama
Shout out to the team who could steal me a Prada
And sell it next to NADA for that boombashakalaka
Man I'm telling you it's waka
Fucker calling me at 3am on the marka
For the xanax pie like it's pukka
So it worried another
Who took me to some pastors
Mama can't you see that your son just wanna be a raster
With the golden dredd
Don't call me a badman or I'll destroy your image
This is a power I'll be passing down my lineage
Go and up the Lev's
If you have to ask me why cuz I sweat and bleed
Better than the baker I devided the bread
But the good lord know how he made it fement
But I'm paying the rent oh
they got me here so wavy that I'm feeling miself slow
Connect the dots though
If I don't make a hit
It's at least gonna sell slow
Fill it by the trickle till it burst yo
Make more haze it's amnesia or purple
Ascending so high my padee it's a miracle
I'm feeling like this vibe so please engineer
Reload the track I could fit another verb
Till it's sounding superb
In birthing country Ghana we discribe this as herrr
That Mr over there you don't wanna conterst
If you wanna be honest though the feeling is bless
I got it wrapped up from the a to zed
Rhymes all day till I'm preying on bed
Then I wake up in the morning paste and hit the booth make a mess in there
Like Bob Sinclair
But fuck all of my haters who pretend they haven't heard
Well well well Mon cher
It seems that we're getting some stares in here
Cuz it's always stop the car I wanna see that over there
Or stop what you're doing boy you're making me scared
I hope that exorcism didn't ruin the bed
You got a headache babe hey I got you some meds
Why dyou always have to ask me why my eyes are red
I been staring my devil's long the last one fled
Wine wine wine , make you go down low
To get that fucking dough yo thats where I had to go
It doesn't distinguish so I guess u2
It's a beautiful day
When she understand the play
And get under a nigger like the fucking underlay
And make me cum QuickTime Ariba underlay
The look on he face
What the fuck did he just say, then she shrugs her shoulders like whatever you say
So I gotta bring her with me yo no matter what I stay
Plus she looks amazing, even better when she's gazing
The feelings mutual, I was doing the samething
Ass like that but your waist is so slim
She catches me again so I flash her a slight grin
Omg she just asked what I'm thinking
Tell her some shit that will have her blinking
I don't have to be so slick
But I know a little trick
That will turn this to a show
Well well well Mon cher
It seems that we're getting some stares in here
Cuz it's always stop the car I wanna see that over there
Or stop what you're doing boy you're making me scared
I hope that exorcism didn't ruin the bed
You got a headache babe hey I got you some meds
Why dyou always have to ask me why my eyes are red
I been staring my devil's long the last one fled
