Ohh Oh

[Intro]

(Uh) Uh, yeah

Uh-huh-uh (Uh-huh-uh), yeah

F-I, A-S, C-O

Make you say

(Ooh) Uh-huh

Yeah, uh, uh (Y-yeah, y-yeah-y-y-yeah)

Ooh (Uh, check-ah, yeah)

Listen (Listen, uh)

[Verse 1]

Ya hopefully hand over the Land Rover keys

Slowly and run like hosiery

I move eggs like ovaries

Closed lactose and sodary

Who y'all supposed to be? None of them close to me

My poetry, poison til' they posing me

And little kids pokin' me openly

Fuck police, I slip through they fingers like rosaries

Off the hook with the .38 rotaries

Get it locally, move antisocially

Twice the rapper—get it from both of me jokingly (Ugh, yeah)

So constant and nonchalant from BICs to Mont Blanc's

Lose conscience, Lu's not the one to confront (Uh-uh)

Worth my weight; you impersonate

Niggas like Miller Light, spit it right

End your life, terminate (Yeah)

I'm the worst-case scenario (Ugh, yeah)

Bump heads for coins like Mario

Pop more rounds than Merry-Go-

Fom birth date to burial

In South Beach, bitches going south with they mouth piece without speech

Oh, now, he's official? From the start

They miss you, holding vigils in the dark

Go 'head try and stop it, couldn't block sun with Hawaiian Tropic

What's in your pockets my profits

Foxes pick me up like chop sticks, this hotness

They wanna put me in boxes like chocolates

That's nonsense—nothin' sweet about this

But the hotel room Presidential like the wrist

I know, I'm sorry I never meant to end shit

Never rental get mine freeway like Van Wyck

Peace to Francis and all my mans-es

Take trips to France-es, where all my mans is

With fifths in hands-es, rewind and chant this, nigga

[Break]

Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah, uh

Uh, uh, yeah, you know?

Madison Ave, my street where I grew up at (Check it out)

I'm a hustler, yeah, I confess it (Check it out)

I'm a rapper, no other rapper can contest it (Right?)

That's for certain, you know what I'm saying? (That's for sure!)

But I'ma step the game up

Listen, listen, listen

[Verse 2]

I got a bezel from embezzling, good heavens!

And they said I lost it in '97

About to start using Mexicans—not 'cause they better-than

Just 'cause I get, "Sí, señor", not, "I need more" (Uh-uh)

With chicks from Singapore from bunkbeds with Tonio

To tour-room colonials; it's still testimonial

So I keep it secret

In the kitchen in the cabinet in a jar where the grease is

L-U-P speaks it 'til it's pieces, peanut-butter-like

Always being a quiet cat, not the "meanest motherfucker" type

Hunnit grand-plus, I be buffing brass knucks

Best listen to your dogs, get Son of Sam'd up, what!

Ahead of my time, failed history (Uh, yeah)

Passed chemistry, quiet nines and quinine

My energy (Yeah), always be weaponry to unload (Yeah)

While there's people to hold up, reputations to uphold (Yeah)

I'm gung-ho (Ugh) with them white lines (Ugh)

Not the kind that divides traffic

But the kind that reminds addicts

Automatics to your attic (Yeah, yeah)

Teched-out Porsche in the decked-out Boxster, WASup!

Feds is nice with the camera's

Challengers get beat black and lavender

Women put my name across they chest like janitors

Fans of the hustler under the stairs, his fiends on the banisters, what!

[Outro]

(Ooh)

Uh-huh

There you have it (Right there)

It's the boy... you know? (Oo-ooh)

Yeah, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

(Nothing else to it) Uh, uh

(Chi-Town) Yeah

(Madison Street) Uh

(3054th) First-Fifteen

(Get it now)

Work with big things, you know

(1-1-5, 1-1-5) You know, respect the game

Stack Bundles

L-U-P-E... Fiasco

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