Short $ermons - Retch, Ab-Soul

Seduce dykes in the moonlight, I move like

Them cats that wear two strikes, at night I blew dice

Cee-lo, you know he 'Lo like a hero

Turn zeros into C-notes fucking with Nino

A tree blow in the beam-o, I lean low

The grill is looking like it’s cheesing, so appeasing

Catch me leaning, leather seats is heated

Jump out the zenith, that’s a naked skeezer

She with whatever, predict the weather

Distressed leather under vintage sweater

Resemble cheddar, the centerpiece is clever

The endeavors of a young cadaver

I roll the reefer, read the prison letter

Free my mans and them

With more beaches with the Jordans with the sand in them

I’m on the premises with pouches with the grams in them

'Lo socks, boxers with the dick-hole

The tea was fresh up out the kettle, so I sip slow, whoa

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Black lip pastor, don’t know if my raps or a gat spit faster

The horror in my oral vernacular’ll collapse ya

Fellatio in the Uber if the driver’s cooler

We got it in, she’s no Karrine, but the head was super

Intended for it to be intricate for me to lose her

But she in love with a loser

My bitch friend snooping through my Instagram

When I’d much rather crack a Backwood and twist a gram

Me and 'Lo God we both gods below God

Pick up line for divas that I’m Jesus with a bigger penis

Shout out to Lord Legend, shout out Apostle Agent

The games Nebuchadnezzar and I’m just Daniel dreaming

Or maybe David in a lion’s den, with a plate of steak

Don’t make the same mistake, I’m blowing dumb trees

State to state and out the country

Accidentally ashing on my Polo, getting dome from yo' ho

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