| Word I ain’t even know they were cousins man, what?
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| Yeah, pass me that Remy
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| Liver and onions, my schlong come between cousins
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| Blood is thicker than water, let them hoes fight
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| Now how delightful, pure as the driven
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| Drove every beamer, drive freak bitches crazy
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| My drive, count the money piles at the pow-wow
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| Penetrate the pussy, rap shit, put a towel down
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| Niggas on they minces, me I’m not convinced-from the trenches
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| Sex in random sequence with wenches
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| Women love it like free drinks, thirst quenching
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| It’s heart wrenching, for tension, their eyes squinting
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| Mention me they might let you in the venue
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| While I be low-key sipping Malbec, suede menus
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| Copping leather from Crete, Dubai Gold District
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| Strict discipline, plenty pair of Polo chinos
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| Pleasantries, plant trees for the mezzanine
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| It’s pleasant, rosemary feasant, feta cheese
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| Jeans frayed like a peasant, throw confetti
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| Bitches frolic in the meadow, I made the feddy
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| Comfort, confront niggas fronting fraudulent
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| Sipping Don in Milan, my shit be marvelous
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| Get you fingered, no fingerprints
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| Prissy chicks take initiative to sit amongst us, play the bunker
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| Legal tender for dinner, suppress the hunger, shit
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| Fresh like a mint sprig you prick it’s Willie |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Pleasantries , by - Willie the Kid. Song from the album Aquamarine, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп