Michael Christmas - Leonard Washington lyrics

[Puerto Rican Intro] Hair silky, smooth as bu*ter Wild motherf**a, talk Spanish to your mother Como tu ta donia, donde tu hijo, tu tiene frio I warm her up use the sofrito Talk sh** with papi, corner store sell the loosie Cut the cameras off take it out the box and spot me Awkward n***a but they flock me Wear the shark tooth necklaces Eat salami with my breakfastses [Verse 1] Vexed n***a, mad skressed n***a I can't even pa** a f**ing math test n***a Dropped out got a n***a mad pressed figure I do raps like Magellan and map quest n***a We go together, like peas and q's Go together like fat b**hes need the view Go together like Chris Brown beat his boos Go together like toilets and poo And Dutch Rebelle's the bae But wouldn't let me hit it if I had 2 broken legs These b**hes want my money I ain't got a penny saved Penny savers or a Save-A-Lot where I'm shopping n***a, Aye I get play like Greg Oden in the playoffs Like Derrick Rose when his new ACL came off I drink like I got laid off And if you wasn't on my dick before b**h stay off I think I'm Bing Crosby, sing godly In the lobby with, dice and a cup of coffee Do this every day like Buddhist meditating Rapping ain't no game, that's why they mad that a n***a playing Rest up, scarf down a sensu bean and chase it With a wish to Shenron that a n***a might make it And then I might get payment Michael Jackson moonwalking off the spaceship High as that n***a, that's a fact n***a Top turnbuckle for these raps, like Five Star Frog Splash n***a Treacherous at math and science cla**es Wish the fat a**es walked slow like poured mola**es Teachers used to tell me boy you slow as some mola**es Prayed they had a girl and she took pole dancing cla**es Cuz that's the type of sh** I'm on Dave Chappelle, 3rd season, bird seasoned Fried and breaded, I be betting Dice game with Leonard Washington, Who the f** is Renee Zelweger This song look good in a sweater b**hes honey Graham like heather And when the lights come off and it's my turn to settle down I hope my b**h is made of silicone and look like Jackie Brown Pam Grier's gimme head while my mans steer to the nearest of live theater The fur dragging bear skin on my head and a toe tag I body beats like how I broil the meat like fire nosed dragons Wild goose chase, top gun, I got the best bars in the quad son. Squad up