Yeah, you ain't brought your bathwaterless body parts, you ugly bitch, but you ain't brought no Hennessy, man.
And when you did bring the Hennessy, it was the one with pork in it.
We don't drink pork, bitch.
Privilege seems a problem.
But did you bring the Hennessy?
But did you bring the Hennessy?
But did you bring the Hennessy?
No, I got all night. Get your things together. Tell your God why. Get some grain together.
I mean it's whatever. I don't see no limits.
It could be the biggest thing since the fall of the limits.
It's yours like Emmett from here to Tennessee.
And oh yeah, baby, bring the Hennessy.
I brought bad hoes, slim chicks, and bad hoes, and bad wood blunts.
But did you bring the Hennessy?
Three kegs of freaks that give head. Treats and beach beats. Petites and big necks.
I brought bad hoes, slim chicks, and bad hoes, and bad wood blunts.
But did you bring the Hennessy?
Three kegs of freaks that give head. Treats and beach beats. Petites and big necks.
I got a master plan. I got some hash in hand.
Coming straight from a coffee shop in Amsterdam.
And I don't give a fuck. Somebody split the bluff.
My currency, like some surgery, is nip and tuck.
Mr. Ed gives me head in the back of the SU.
I'ma bring my cousin, but I'm shaking my nephew.
Who can even ask my agent?
He gon' tell you this, Ronnie Ray's a patient.
And he's so flagrant, ready for liftoff.
Yeah, you know they love it when he dusts and his kicks off.
Saying I'm higher than a fire escape. I got the munchies.
With 17 topless models from different countries.
And don't let me start to vaporize him.
And thrust me a chick on the horizon.
She swear she love the way I'm grinding.
That privilege he is tantalizing.
I brought bad hoes, slim chicks, and bad hoes, and bad wood blunts.
But did you bring the Hennessy?
Three kegs, freaks that give head.
Treats and BJDs, petite and ridiculous.
I brought bad hoes, slim chicks, and bad hoes, and bad wood blunts.
But did you bring the Hennessy?
Three kegs, freaks that give head.
Treats and BJDs, petite and ridiculous.
And when I walked out the pad, I jumped in my Caddy.
And told my main hutch, ho, get out.
I stepped on the gas, bled off the brake.
I'm in the big town, playboy, it's money to make.
I hit the liquor store, the copper fits.
I seen Cadillac whining, young Andre hitching.
They with nothing but real bad bros all over.
Trying to get me to come and park the Rover.
Stepped off the load in my Oakland Raider.
Black Kangol, gray alligator.
Smelling like a million feeders.
I ask baby, has she ever take Skrillex?
Cause if you want her, hit the Kona.
We can take over California.
Don't trip, I'm born to mess.
Half tank of Ray, half Kona.
I brought bad hoes, slim chicks.
And bad hoes, and bad whiplash.
For a bunch of bad homies.
Three kegs, a brief, a gift head.
Treats and BJDs, petite and ridiculous.
I brought bad hoes, slim chicks.
And bad hoes, and bad whiplash.
For a bunch of bad homies.
Three kegs, a brief, a gift head.
Treats and BJDs, petite and ridiculous.
Man, I'd rather you bring the heen,
Than your forky ass, your ugly bitch,
Your bad Koma, or your bogus problem.
And we gonna bring the Hennessy,
And not the one with pork in it.
And this is Miguel Legante, and I'm out.
Yahtzee.
