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Weekend Girl Intro
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I got my game down pat, so much drive make the bugs go splat, ha
This my lane now slat, smack home runs with a fungo bat
You knew how I slide, it’s puppy smooth dressin cool like Clyde
Got that groove type glide, some’ kinda like how I move my ride, yea what’s up?
I ~ told the truth you lied, just lemme get my meal supersized
With some soppresata, cameras best just catch my super side
Cause i’m about to sin up in em, jerseys I be winnin in em
Those are some nice details, hope the devil isn’t livin in em
Madness how the king block the shot from the start
They tryna work on the one thing ya still got and its heart
See Puppa like the drank, Puppy like to smoke
Puppy like to mix a little molly with his coke
And its prolly while i’m broke
And when i said i spent 2012 to 15 on E it wasn’t jokes (nope!)
They said the city was gettin snubbed
Really kid was busy gettin silly in the club
Be like gimme all the drugs, come in for a hug
You’d think i was wearin skates the way I cut a rug
HA! …Washington Bullets with the bullseye
Easily collectin’ my debts whenever I pull by
Hit the blickie while i’m steppin on the gas
Man do not make me go Tony Deppen on your ass
It’s the guy who delivered the diesel to Mr. Chiesel
Grandmas boy watch me draw it on the easel
Ooh i’m so Lord Steven Regal
Iite its puppy smoooth but i’m not a beagle
I be in the eye of the eagle (dipset!)
You can see my glidin’ flyin’ high up with the seagulls
So girl do me like a beatle, i’m just tryna move the needle
Yea he’s a New York Ranger, guess my name is Filip Chytil
…Got me goin bezerk
Meanwhile i’m just tryna eat you like desert
So lemme repeat imma flirt, kinda like R Kelly said
Betchu that I leave you with them jelly legs (now walk on home!)
…And i’m here to fill the script
Jot down all of the symptoms in Dr. Phil’s prescripsh’
Best M-D around & piff city’s how the town smells
One thing I learned y’could always use more cowbell
Yeah that’s right, what up Christopher Walken?
Move like the Fatboy Slim video whenever I walk in
Like Tatis Sr. hittin 2 grand slams
In one innning, I ain’t fitting with these Toucan Sams (nope!)
One of the illest who never half stepped
i demolish all opponents and knock out the ref
And i’m not X-Pac, i’m just that pretty mothafucka
Who be gettin litty up in this sweatbox
We go all nite regardless of the time zone
So go finish ya little verses up on rhymezone
I walk up into webster, AC slater hop over the bar
Pour me a seltzer and yell “honey IM home!”
On my job when im not on my slob
Swimmin thru the sauce like a fuckin baccala - ha! -
Baacala, shouts to Uncle John
Show us some respect r’else i don’t need you on my lawn
You’re a pawn, talkin’ to a king
Getchu in a checkmate, mate you can’t teach me a thing
And I rap, I don’t fuckin’ sing
It’s always my call, yea watch how I make it ring
Maaaan i’m about to go viral
Cameras always rollin when I throw a slow spiral
Yeaaa I’m like Justin on the Fields
Projected top draft pick and I fuck with all the feels
See me at the sushi bar munchin on the eels
While you brown paper bag lunchin all ya meals
I did it all man, I didn’t even fall
while you strugglin to clutch onto what’s real…
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Puppy Smooth New York, New York
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