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lil kapow - versace eggs lyrics

[intro: lil kapow]
excuse me
i’d like to order some uhhh versace eggs over easy
with kobe steak on the side
and uhhh could you send out like yo baddest waitress
fat -ss, light skin, big t-tties

[chorus: lil kapow]
whip through your city like mad max
i walk in this b-tch where the cash at
open up your drawer ms. pac man
get head from a thottie then p-ss that
she poppin that p-ssy on snapchat
blow on my d-ck like it’s band camp
b-tch said she wanna be a model
she doing more lines than an actress

[verse 1: lil kapow]
balenciaga’s on my feet (ding)
pour us up make it splash b-tch
versace eggs, kobe steak
that’s a two hundred dollar breakfast
pull of in the whip i was smashin’
he say he want smoke he could have it
wearing sh-t i can’t pr-nounce it god dammit
all that i know is it sound rich
all i know is a don’t need sh-t (no)
i see your booty so i grab it, yeah
finesse the b-tch like aladdin, yeah
ar-15 in your mouth b-tch bang (yeah,yeah,yeah)
his ho sucking like four d-cks that’s gang gang gang gang
she throwing it back like matrix d-mn
beat that p-ssy like cave, man
f-ck your sister in a mini, van
shoot that n-gga from a distance (pew)
got three bullets like my city’s bands (bands)
b-b-b-tch i’m fly like a raven, ay
my b-tch f-ck b-tches like raven, symoné
quick through your block whats cravin’ yeah yeah
i got a stick and i’ll use it
and that p-ssy get abusing
i’m getting covered in gucci
i call that ho juicy fruit em
done with that b-tch in 5 minutes
diamonds dancing on me groovy
of course i’m a villain
mojo jojo [?]
goes right through your ceiling
got a lil b-tch while i suck on her t-tties
b-tch where the cash at
outfit jetpack
b-tch where the drugs at
i’m ’bout to relapse
slide on some mini hoes
i need a ski mask
one of these bad hoes
[?]

[verse 2: billy marchiafava]
got a real small d-ck motherf-cker
but i don’t give a sh-t, i’m the sh-t motherf-cker
tryna make bands outta whip motherf-cker
just to cruise around the city like a rich motherf-cker, i’m bad
bad to the bone, yeah
i woke up on a yacht shout out lil boat
lemme smoke my dope gotta bag like groceries
this how its ‘posed to be
i work for my spot let’s have a toast for me
bad lil b-tch come from overseas
billy in the cut like some neosporin
counting up these checks yeah it’s getting borin’
hop out the whip to a jet i’m soarin’
don’t really drink but tonight we pourin’
push start the whip till my fingers broken
if you want a feature it’s goin’ cost your mortgage

[bridge]
i’m whipping in the kitchen
b-tch i’m up, aye
24/7 b-tch i’m higher than the sun
when i sleep
i ain’t counting sheep i’m counting stacks

[chorus: lil kapow]
(running, running, running, running)
running through your city just like i’m mad max
walk in this b-tch where the cash at
open up your drawer ms. pac man
get head from a thottie and p-ss that
she poppin that p-ssy on snapchat
blow on my d-ck like it’s band camp
b-tch said she wanna be a model
she doing more lines than an actress

[outro: lil kapow]
versace eggs, kobe steak
two hundred dollar breakfast

- lil kapow lyrics

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