lyrics
I'm waking up lovely to morning sex,
but kick the bitch out cause of morning breath,
and I'm kinda rude, but if you're nearing this man,
I'm emailing bitches Nigerian scams,
It's kinda riveting and I'm kinda gimmicky,
bootlegging Nelly just to spite the industry,
I'm classy rude with those raps that's crude,
smoking cigars until I'm acting smooth,
A classy dude so I put on the stan smiths,
my cardigan sweaty I'm looking so handsome,
hardly forgetting a pack of the jim hats,
comfortable now and the classiest bitch asks:
"moniker, how come you're so nice when you drop?"
I'm not rapping bitch, I'm just reciting my thoughts,
she grabs my dick, so I slap the chick,
then grab her tits and just laugh a bit
it's the slicker dude at the kissing booth,
who's eying your sister for a kiss or two,
I could switch my views, or just rap about dick size,
or grabbing your chick and then slapping her thick thighs,
classy with this right? I'm kinda that dude,
smoking cigars guzzling Heineken brews,
and your girl likes me while you're looking dull,
and she's kinda sweet like her sugar walls,
the wordiest sleek but absurd on a beat,
it's hip hop for snakes, I'm a serpent with speech,
Dashing with quality, a dash of misogyny,
drips off my tongue into a magical harmony,
you're sipping it up while I look like the best great,
rapper who's broke, that's why I'm leaking my sex tape,
make a couple a mill as that shady dude,
rocking his stans eating a baby ruth,
but I lied cause I'm pretentious with thoughts,
this isn't rap for snakes, more like gentleman hop,
credits
from
Elegant Tux,
released September 5, 2012
BEAT: Task The Samsara
MC: Lost Moniker
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