The Pleasantries - Willie the Kid

Word I ain’t even know they were cousins man, what?

Yeah, pass me that Remy

Liver and onions, my schlong come between cousins

Blood is thicker than water, let them hoes fight

Now how delightful, pure as the driven

Drove every beamer, drive freak bitches crazy

My drive, count the money piles at the pow-wow

Penetrate the pussy, rap shit, put a towel down

Niggas on they minces, me I’m not convinced-from the trenches

Sex in random sequence with wenches

Women love it like free drinks, thirst quenching

It’s heart wrenching, for tension, their eyes squinting

Mention me they might let you in the venue

While I be low-key sipping Malbec, suede menus

Copping leather from Crete, Dubai Gold District

Strict discipline, plenty pair of Polo chinos

Pleasantries, plant trees for the mezzanine

It’s pleasant, rosemary feasant, feta cheese

Jeans frayed like a peasant, throw confetti

Bitches frolic in the meadow, I made the feddy

Comfort, confront niggas fronting fraudulent

Sipping Don in Milan, my shit be marvelous

Get you fingered, no fingerprints

Prissy chicks take initiative to sit amongst us, play the bunker

Legal tender for dinner, suppress the hunger, shit

Fresh like a mint sprig you prick it’s Willie