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lo.ceasar - wayne brady lyrics

[wayne brady from chappelle’s show]
is wayne brady gonna have to choke a b-tch?

[verse 1: starker]
yo yo, ey yo my d-ck abusin’ ‘em
usin’ my fingers puttin’ two up in they mouthpiece
innocent p-ssy i be recruitin’ ’em
ya jewels aluminum
how you gon’ front i be reviewin’ them
put a few of ’em one in the chamber
you confused listen to hot 97
my n-gg- there’s a solution
be rootin’ for allen houston subst-tution
if you losin’ in my slum like attila the hun
you double cross be the same reason why my father had to fill up the gun
i vigilante k!ll a dealer ‘n run
feelin’ like stealin’ ya son
i’m poppin’ ecstasy each pill is a dub
my n-gg- bishop makin’ deals for this bud
when i arrive they show me love
beethoven clothin’ in the booth with a glove for hubba bubba suck my d-ck in the club
i treat a b-tch like a shrub
you up on social networks spillin’ ya guts
i’m so appealin’ had her sk!llin’ my nuts
dealin’ with feelings of l-st
you double cross me
i’m chokin’ b-tches in-between havin’ s-x
not ’cause she like it ’cause the b-tch had owed me money
yo the god ain’t forget
you party hard direct deposit yo’ check
8 days a week i’m in on deck
respect my methods n-gg- call me collect

[verse 2: yl]
sniffin’ designer drugs i’m hittin’ good v-g-n- with no condom on
we on survivors runnin’ from the cops they right behind us
i’m the city’s finest rhymin’ honestly
i love the drama, where the dollars at
who sipped my cognac man its petty she lovin’ it
when i’m up and f-ckin’ it mad sweaty
yo i grab t-tties fans want that -sses slapped too
i feel like big daddy not sonny colfax i’m cold that’s no facts
you broke so sad
these n-gg-s g-y like they don’t know that
northface hoodie 700 on the bubble jacket
this sh-t is practice i was born nice at this
i used to rock the nba fitted with all the patches
now i stay fitted in some low and keep some dough for stackin’
i’m known for cl-ssic content from out the conscience
hide the louis belt to avoid lookin’ pompous
you don’t want this, that deliver to your door sh-t
yo, i’m tryna eat i need that four coursin’
f-ck your sh-t its all about me
be at the crib around 3
why we’re spotted [?] in the scene

- lo ceasar lyrics

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