[Intro]

[Verse 1: Willie the Kid]
Marvel at the marble, marvelous mahogany floors
I need mosaics on the vases, evasive
Faces of Medusa what I'm used to, complacent
Sharp as a lance, on point like a lancet
Enhancements, handmade ceramics antique standards
Speaking Spanish, a patient man's antics
Reserved parking spots in the lots behind behind the annex
Bands for the buffies alias upon my amex
She begging me to trust her on a hammock popping xanax
The money was the buffer that absorbed the most damage
Unscathed, Willie not a scratch upon my armour
Sipping Arnold Palmer camouflaging, karma came to get me
Get me Guatemalan bitches, we in the Galapagos
Guava in my vodka, some guap for the zapatos, throwed
Humping hoes, my humble abode
Twin wood grain refrigerators, stainsless steel stoves
Sterling silver silverware, I'm dancing on these bitches
New beamers, semi-automatics in the Bally
Duffle definite, hustle more steam muscles pay the mortgage
Money orders Corrlinks, push button Porsches
Portraits, gorgeous
Scary like the mortuary terrace, carry grudges like the rabies
Reliable blades, rap rabbi, double chop ribeye
Live from Roppongi, you punk motherfuckers, (my) chain
Dangle like a bungee cord, whores fall to my feet
Undefeated, undisputed, deeply rooted
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