Art Mansion - Archive lyrics

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Art Mansion - Archive lyrics

[Verse 1: Art Mansion] Art Mansion, they start dancing, I finish verses they start clapping Eye-to-eye with my main ones, I build 'em up, "aye-aye" captain 'Cos back then nobody rapping now everybody gon' start writing I build careers they backtracking, they stealing sh** like hot wiring Know I'm s'posed to be lil' bro now lil' bro doing big shows Lil' bro is the real reason that half the brothers gon' eat though Everybody know Art Mansion, everybody love Art Mansion Everybody got a hard question, got a hard dick she start smashing Yeah I do a little a rap thing too man, yeah they do a little rap thing cute man Only been about a year or two man, and already making moves for the movement I ain't stressing if you do what I do, you can dress how I do, you can flex how I do But you not really testing the crew, but you not really making the moves that I do But you don't really work till you ache in your shoes, but your tracks ain't making a cue b**h gon' pay for the view, yeah pull up with the tool Sip champagne in the pool, yeah I got apes in the zoo Yeah I go off with the zoot, yeah I just copped me the coupe b**h I copped me the coupe, yeah and it came with the juice Yeah and it came with the juice [Verse 2: Morph] Tuffboy yeah we in this b**h again Pop a Xan, Competition Orange are my only friends Do my thing damn I'm still a youngin' why you acting vexed, aye? Damn I'm from another land, I bet that they see me they see me on 'gram Spend a few racks then I'm making it back Only f** with a b**h if she is tanned, f** around and make her wear a sweatband They see Toyotomi they know he's the man Pull up on Tuffboys you know that's a mess, we f** up the game like we playing some chess Number one son, yeah, I still be f**ing young Got my team on my back and we do this sh** for fun Toyotomi weigh a tonne from the f**ing money sum Never had a hunnid round drum b**h, your Mummy fat like f** Give her the burger she eat it up, like yuck, Bailey keep a sodie pop tucked Don't f** around boy we'll mess you up, don't f** around boy we'll mess you up Emergency purposes, b**h she be thirsty, she nerdy, she love it, she dirty My music be sturdy, she act like she thirty she actually curvy like damn b**h I'm the man, don't f** with my mans Damn I'm in high demand, oh yes I am Been a Tuffboy and you know I got plans, know I got plans Mona Lisa that's my mamacita, she an art piece like a wild cheetah Going hard like I'm Derek Jeter, I pull up in a two-seater Rap so cold you need a heater, b**h you need a heater when I'm on the meter Lil' Morph spazzing so hard, b**h I want to flex into some Goyard See me driving in a foreign car, not a Maserati, b**h a Mazda

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