Style so hard
I never need a stylist
Ball so hard
That niggas call me Wallace
Been winnin' way way before Charlie
Stop me before I hurt somebody
Yo girl love me cuz I'm different
Long mink like I'm pimpin'
Takin' off going with ya'
Jetfuel in the swisher
Ow
I smoke papers though
I ain't ever claim to be a gangster though
Get the man mad
Get dropped
Don Draper hoe
I ain't come to start shit
Just had to let you know
How I get down tonight
All I want to do is get down tonight
Pretty brown thing lookin' fine tonight
Pull up in the 6'4
Color china white
I'm too sharp
Fresh to death
Swiss on the wrist
She love the way my Hublot like Hef
Good God
I'm too sharp
Casket fresh
Ooo you better watch your step
Get too close might hurt yourself
The ghetto prince
Fly guy Clark Kent
The young nigga' on that old school shit
Like Hammertime in his prime can't quit
Ain't going broke though
I must admit aye
Want a full house
Put me on the bill
Everybody in attendance nigga'
Kimmie and Michelle
I'm looking for a tenderoni
That can slurp me very well
Make me feel real good
Like my name Raphael
Hot damn
Player with the southern flair
Bending corners in the deuce and quarter
Do it debonair
Roll up the Mary Jane
Do it all night long
Bust out the L7
Then I turn to street songs
She claim to be a super freak
Don't take too long
Got another one coming by the end of the song
I'm too sharp
Fresh to death
Swiss on the wrist
She love the way my Hublot like Hef
Good God
I'm too sharp
Casket fresh
Ooo you better watch your step
Get too close might hurt yourself
I'm too sharp
Fresh to death
Swiss on the wrist
She love the way my Hublot like Hef
Good God
I'm too sharp
Casket fresh
Ooo you better watch your step
Get too close might hurt yourself
I'm too sharp
Too too too sharp
Said I'm
C'mon c'mon c'mon
C'mon c'mon c'mon
I'm too sharp
Too too too sharp
Yeah yeah
C'mon c'mon
I'm too sharp
Too too too sharp
Hot damn
C'mon c'mon
Too sharp
Too too sharp
Yeah yeah