Fink - Rm. 201

What it do lets go, drop the piano
Let these hoes know drop they pantyhose
Swag surfing, bitches thirstin
To be the first in line, to be my number one chick to suck my dick
Light skinned like hick, but I'm brown to the soul
My heart's plated in gold, I don't fit no model or mold
Pedal to the metal, I'm coming at you full throttle
Ay, same shit different day
Blowing Ls gripping grain, calling hoes brain
Fink is the name I'm insane, luhlkatz is the gang
Vnecks highsocks, no gold chains
Or bling for that matter, cuz we can't afford
No benzes just Honda accords and civics
Bout to get white boy rich off these lyrics
And get wonder bread hoes like I'm at a picnic
Stick it in their ignition give them what their boy friends be missing
I aint talking kissing or loving, I mean fucking I'm sorry if I'm rushing
I notice that you're blushing but I'm crushing on you, and you crushing on me
So it's meant to be like philosophy, Socrates
I'm hotter than these, I own them like properties monopoly
Probably the best without a deal, and I'm fresh without a seal
Chitown ride around downtown, lakeshore in my bike at night
Warm air breezing, bitches bikini teasing, blunt smoke never ceasing
Hope the cops don't pass, hope this night just last, forever
If you've seen good let me show you better
Take you off the ground get you higher than stilettos
Pocket full of shrooms I anit talking portabellos
And I'm getting tired of this flow, so
I change it up, screw ball
Above you all, you're last name's Duval
I'm crouton, toasted on the green
Seeing double, I think I'm barney rubble, I'm flintstoned
Yabadabadoo I'm through...

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