
One of the best rap songs of the year. Easily.
BARS


Malice talking that TALK

That fukkin DUDUS bar

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Punch Bowl
[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: Pusha T]
Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends
You get to pick your own Benz
Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends

You get to pick your own Benz

The new bug-eye in front of my mama house

The new time off private Bahama routes
My new attorney get Jeffrey Dahmers out

And all that shyt, I told Obama about—ask him

[Verse 1: Pusha T & Pharrell Williams]
Shed nightmares of feds rushin' in

Shared my world, they couldn't touch a sin

I got it and lost it and got rich again

While y'all signed papers and handed pictures in

Taught you to fish to become fishermen

I ain't washed this money for you to risk again

We at Cipriani's, we ain't chippin' in

nikka fightin' to pay when you got richer friends

My manager started off as my publicist

He buy GT2s and bunch of other shyt

My 4 AM friends that I trusted in

And twenty years later, they still crushin' it (Yeah)

So every vacation, it's still us again

It's baby seats back of the Cullinans

The new Bubba Watson without the mulligan

And I put all that shyt under my government

[Chorus: Pusha T]
Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends
You get to pick your own Benz
Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends
You get to pick your own Benz
The new bug-eye in front of my mama house
The new time off private Bahama routes
My new attorney get Jeffrey Dahmers out
And all that shyt, I told Obama about—ask him
[Verse 2: No Malice & Pharrell Williams]
My entire life's been blessed beyond measure

If this marks the end of an era, it's been a pleasure

The wings still raise under Carreras

The dream still king like it's Coretta

The dream still big like Ms. Valletta

My ching go bling—meet me in Dulles :

Covered in tats like it was colors

The last narco without the mullet (Yeah)

You can't compare us to such-and-suches

Rappin' in couplets don't do it justice

Arm and Hammer, you can't touch us

We crossed our fingers before we flushed it

When it ain't come back, I was disgusted

Flip my wig like I was Dudus

Die for my chain rather than tuck it

My crown is leanin', I must adjust it
[Chorus: Pusha T & Pharrell Williams]
Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends
You get to pick your own Benz
Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends (Yeah)
You get to pick your own Benz
The new bug-eye in front of my mama house
The new time off private Bahama routes
My new attorney get Jeffrey Dahmers out
And all that shyt, I told Obama about—ask him
[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Yeah
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