"I dont shop where the rest buy"
My gift to this thread is the original Hey Papi
I was young and having money
Having honeys come to the crib
Thinkin' they the shyt and they couldn't get cab money from me
Some bad chicks didn't get pass the bridge
I went to One Trump Plaza on their asses'
No room service just snacks and shyt
Work with those Lil' Debbies and when your done get ready
That is foul and uncouth. Jay, I'm hungry.... Hov pulls out a 59 cent brownie from the glove compartment.
That's my GOAT![]()



No one's mentioned these braggadocious bars of King Louis-esque proportions?
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Oh yeah...."All this stress, all I got is this big house
Couple of cars, I don't bring half of them shyts out
All of this ace of spade I drank just to piss out
I mean I like the taste coulda saved myself 6 hours
How many times can I go to Mr. Childs, taos mobu
Hold up, lemme move my bouwls
I'll shyt on y'all nikkas, OG tell these boys
(Ya ain't about to shyt on my nikka)"
I never been to Mr. Child![]()
these 7 pages have me lolDamn you fadin' em hov, how you gave 'em that?
Audemars-Piguet, with the alligator strap
Sick of y'all nikkaz with ya now or later raps
Rap about it now, hope you get it later
Do a couple shows, hope you nikkas is savin' up
I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON
This particular watch be a one of one
That means none before it, none to come
The homie that's rappin' be the only one that has it
I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON
You ain't heard? I push the sixes when the fives is out
You can't fight me, in the porsche I'll box you out
I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON
We don't drive X5's we give 'em to baby-mammas
Push the big top that shake like the Kansas Chicken Snackboxx
I get it crackin' when I'm backing out the garage
A 360 drop farage, shutdown manhattan
Bucket low, like fukk it, though
Nights on, daytime, lights on, hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it, though
I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON
nikka I'm a check writer your royalty recievers
Y'all eaten off Per Diem, on the low like a cesar
Pay ya taxes, you nikkaz is husttlin' backwards
I cop and crash whips, Jay is a b*stard
I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON
How you want it, my jeans is 300
These ain't Diesel, nikka, these is Evisu
Top is ROC, you know the rest
A big bucket of frozen water on my chest
I mean...nobody talk that talk like Hov do. That whole verse that nikka damn near tapped danced on er'body and ain't give nary a fukk.
"It's your boy Hov is back so you know them broads is coming out."
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He didn't even believe that shyt.
that fukkin smiley


