Novacane Aasim (Ft. Frank Ocean)

[Intro: Aasim]
Uh, uh, uh
Check it out now, uh
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[Verse 1: Aasim]
More Fabolous than Loso
Mo' hoes to the V.I.P. section we call it the dojo
Slow flow, hits like a slug from fo'-fo's
Vodka cup, doubled up, Young Dot, blow dro
I don't know, must be the scent of my mojo
Got chicks on my Johnson, ocho
I'm quick to get to stickin' I'm trickin', no dough
Oh no, she saw that Porsche, a fo' do'
Kobe Bryant of this thing, mouth runnin' like Flo Jo
And I'm eatin' niggas for breakfast, no homo
Aasim, livin' legend, you rappers so-so
You ain't tough, you guys mo' ass than Coco
Six-fo' Impala city, lolo
Hotel, room 112, dolo
Not me, I got three, I'm loco
Rosé, full Cliquot, I'm playin Rico
Suave as I slide bae my info
She don't know I'm hung, she was sprung off the intro
Told her I'm a broke dude, I just drive a Pinto
And kick a couple flows over instrumentals
Let me, novacane you, Social Club arrange you
Most that overcame you could never entertain you
Let Aasim save you, Cape Crusader lay you
Down to the sounds of the king!
DJ Far