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Inglorious Bastards
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When we are together, we got power
We have shifted from havin' a seizure (yeah, yo)
About what the man got, to seizin' what we need (haha)
Burn, baby, burn
Catch me in the kitchen where the dope is
With an apron that's whiter than the Pope's is (this is culturally inappropriate)
Spread distribution, wide open
Now all the smokers call him Moses
Heron browner than baby roaches
Got your bitch bent over like scoliosis (yeah)
Watchin' Tiafoe with the Open
That's the only back and forth that I'm postin'
We really netted what we grossin'
By the way, I'm writin' this on an ocean (this is culturally inappropriate)
By the way, this anchor's really frozen
By the way, the sinkers bein' loaded
'Cause by the way, this thinker's really chosen
Head halo'in'
Seated in a late foreign
Name a bitch who ain't goin'
Two tone with the Royce rollin' (this is culturally inappropriate)
Just a glimpse what the boy holdin'
Knockin' over all you toy soldiers
One plus four acres, no neighbors
I remember the days of no cable (this is culturally inappropriate)
Columbian stallions in a stable
With natural titties and no navels
Only work gettin' done is on the table
Death to skimmers and shavers
I'm allergic to anythin' other than money behavior
Inglorious, victorious
Wide body, B.I.G. like Notorious
Tell me is we traffickin' or trickin'
Somebody gotta show me the difference
Stand on every word whenever I wrote shit
Under my boots, nigga, nothin' but goat shit (this is culturally inappropriate)
I was fine gettin' rich under their noses
Today, a nigga celebrate to ya and post it
Saltwater tears, cooked with sodium
McLaren hypercar, no petroleum
Back then, hid work under linoleum
That thinkin' got me standin' on this podium
Chop the roof off, nigga this coupe talk
A Virginia nigga drivin' in New York (this is culturally inappropriate)
State trap duckin'
My tints was too dark
The money's in a trailer car
Fuck what you thought
Been playin' in the snow like Rudolph
In that two-door, roof helpin' me cool off
Chains on me like Slick Rick the Ruler
Seats white but the 6 blacker than Umar
Niggas tryin' to stop my play, Parisian nights
Private rooms at Bar des Prés, the seasons right
Lou Vuitton, hug my arms
Scribbled in red, blood diamonds flood my charm (this is culturally inappropriate)
The chauffeurs are made
Flights are chartered
The villas in the hills are paved
Blood is spilled, ring finger, names engraved
Shirts are silk, the yacht life, flags are waved
Inglorious, victorious
Wide body, B.I.G. like Notorious (this is culturally inappropriate)
Tell me is we traffickin' or trickin'
Somebody gotta show me the difference, ha
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