Chanel, damn.

Mista Rogers

Primetime, basking in the lime,
Cassius in his prime, coloring out of the line

“When you coming home?” That’s a text from my wife.
I told her, run a bubble bath,
And float in that motherfucker like a hovercraft,
And soak in that motherfucker til I call you back,
I mean who says shit like that, and doesn’t laugh…

Damn Yeezy, they all gotta be dimes?
Well, Adam gave up a rib so mine better be prime

That’s right it’s wicked, that’s life I live it,
Ain’t asking for forgiveness for my sins, endz

9 to 5 is how to survive, I ain’t trying to survive,
I’m trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot

They say you can’t turn a bad girl good, but once a good girl’s gone bad, she’s gone forever.

Free Bump J, real nigga for life,
Shout out to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice

Girls kissing girls, cause it’s hot right,
But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes

Women, weed, weather, it’s not my fault that its 82 degrees and my top peeled off.

Seven, grams in the blunt,
Almost drowned in her pussy, so I swam to her butt.

We got Santa Margarita by the liter,
She know even if I’m fuckin’ with her, I don’t really need her.

Lana Del Rey is fine as hell.

Knowing I s’pose to style, I’m the fly boy poster child, ‘bout to beat on Oprah now