Remy Banks - Eggs Florentine lyrics

[Verse 1:Asher Roth] Top dollar, holler if you got it Since the Rockwilder, I been making solid head nodders Shiiit How 'bout it? Modest and methodic Would it be a problem that I never graduated college? Kiiid Ha! Got 'em. Kinda like Sada-dem They shot 'em, spot 'em, coming out the garden, with his momma Kiiids Hippopotamus, pot I got is awesome Blossom Crossing the pollination of Ryan Gosling Beat and coughing, swimming with the dolphins Talking like I'm Mr. Marinate but that'd be jargon Use your noggin Bobby, this is my preorgative Ask if I'm the nicest and you'll get a bunch of bobbleheads Follow this, unexpected journey, on some hobbit sh** All around the world, in your city bet I'm rockin' it Take a nice drop straight from Suca**in They ga** my spa**, breaka breaka sirchu blacka Knock around the block, k** a knicker bocker Spittin' realer hip-hop, but listen to Joe co*ker And hypocrisy, either you a sprinter or a jogger If it's ninth grade, kid you'd be locked inside your locker Yeah, knock knock, father of The Rock get me out of this You don't like the Roth you're a communist [Hook] [Verse 2: King Mez] Unrealistic flow, business-minded as aristocrats Hungry as (?) like gimme yo lunch remember that n***as slang crack like the family can't get k**ed from that Think they ready for beef and never read nutrition facts College cut a n***a the price of all that tuition whack With a grand heel, like a n***a bringing The Pistols back And I'm right on target with topics, bringing precision back Everything you see artificial I'm bringing vision back That's on my honor, I'm giving you coke, more so than Tijuana She older than me but you buy her flowers I see you want her Don Juan a quarterback to all you pom pommers How you gon' harm a terminator you ain't John Connor Boy, I'm sorry that's just the writer in me Could also be that boiled blood line that's probably in me And if you like a bag and she with me that's probably Fendi But it was probably a gift and she gave it to me and missed it Keeping soul round me [Hook] [Verse 3: Remy Banks] Crack the window light the reefer, bro I need to vent Got some things up on my mental that I need to flip Seems I can't repent, now haunt me when I'm bent I felt like I'm a saint, so mama feel like I'm heaven sent Encrypt these thoughts that I deciphered into verses Some days I'm feeling worthless, I know I got a purpose And I know I'm supposed to be here just trying to scratch the surface These songs will make utilizing the talent I was birthed with Mist from the purple haze fogging up my brain Bathin' Ape camo'd down like I'm Major Payne In London coolin' out high and up with James With a team of British ducks whilin' out like I'm Bombay Dog, I know about light Spent weeks out in Europe thrice times I mean what I say Who else do I need to persuade that I'm one of the illest young n***as spittin' today Queens we in the building [Hook/Outro]