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josh cortes - young octavian (feat. lil wayne) - caesars edition كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: josh cortes]
uh, watch her pants drop, i was like in my teens
trynna get my head into wet dreams, big schemes
hit her with the big crème, the ex_got a prob
next to the quad, dust’em off like a god
pretty boy in them loafers, shoulders big as them boulders
they big enough to let me land all them homers, sh_t
she said “i can’t have the cake and eat it too”
i said “it’s cake, baby, it’s what i’m supposed to do
now i’m on my dalai lama sh_t
cause i’m driving around town on my obama sh_t
middle_class my ass, just to get a tank of gas
had to run the xbox up the street and p_wn the sh_t
but, i’vе been getting a lot of scholarships
and i just love women, so i got a lot of lip
that’s why thеy boyfriends don’t like me
always trynna fight me
they insecure and jealous most likely (sh_t, sh_t)
uh, i know the game, i’m an expert
tell me _ “do you get enough pleasure?”
homie i’m gone, showed up at the crib trynna bone
and i ain’t f_ck yet
the ex_won’t put down his phone
god d_mn, l_lord have mercy
please, let me come through, you ain’t gotta worry
you the wifey type, just look how she stunts that curtsy
so gentle i should be given gold medals (so gentle baby!)
thrown rose petals on the bed, she in stilettos (hmm)
wrinkling the sheets, got her singing falsetto (oooff)
pepe jeans and d_ckys, can’t believe we used to wear those
white folks looking at us like we’re weirdos (sh_t)
ha, but we was only kiddos
too young to be in the club, pockets full of skittles (boy)
trynna get in the kitty was like trynna solve some riddles
trynna own the city cause i got them credentials
this that good old fashion, seat belt un_fastened
all while the cars passing, my fingers just dancing
ya borin’
i don’t play, no relaxing, that’s it and
that’s why this chick so d_mn thick like a kardashian
i’m not asking, baby i just need a favor
i’m in the streets with the fiends, i see danger
it’s my nature, got her hooked like retailers
i ain’t a player, baby, don’t be a stranger
(oofff)
(i know you like this baby girl, tell me you like this sh_t)
uh, my team major, we party like teenagers
i’m in the green range, baby i’m the green ranger
d_mn!

[interlude: lil wayne]
yeah, yeah, yeah
i don’t even like this beat but f_ck it
i’ma only spit a few bars ’cause i don’t like this beat, let’s go

[verse 2: lil wayne]
uh, b_tch i’m not old news, i’m more like gold shoes
she eat my whole d_ck, she like whole foods
they say i’m old school, but i dropped out
drop ya body off, at a cop’s house
they throwin’ up them bricks, you better box out
my n_ggas got enough white to build barack house
i got my drawers on, sam rothstein
.44 on my waist, rick ross jeans
i’ve been faded, stone wash jeans
new p_ssy, new money, new orleans
50 up in that uzi, g_g_g_g_unit
i murk you with that b_tch, scratch the serial number, re_use it, uh
i’m from the n_o, stretch n_ggas out like limo’s
uzi go zit_zit_zit_zit_zit_zit_zit, that’s pimples, uh
i’m bout to go banana puddin’, hehe
you a dyk_ ’cause your man a p_ssy
hit you from the blindside, no sandra bullock
never bite the hand that feeds you
always watch the hand that’s cookin’
tunechi

- josh cortes

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