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It's Robbie Tripp, the desert flamingo
And Jody Highroller, Mr dale Dan Tony (RIFF)
(The flamingo freestyle)
Met a pretty lady and she
Like it how I dougie
I pull up to the function
With some dino chicken nuggies
Wore my diamond chain to bed
And she really love it
She like it how I ball like
I was a Denver Nugget
LaPhonso Ellis I don't rock the Perry Ellis
That's for you and your fellas
Your wife looks like a iceberg lettuce
Looks like a bobblehead
The candy cane Lamb truck
Looks likе Santa's sled
I'm, I'ma stop it red
Check my Rolеx, can't read what it said
Never need to check the time anyway
Give me a check then I check
The time and the place
I'm in the back with tequila and the lime
I'm not drinking this time
The lie detector test determined
That was a lie stop the limo
Jump inside the Lilac Darvin Ham
I can't remember what she said
It was, "Blah, blah, blah"
Something 'bout her Instagram
Okay, but she just made two
Hundred thousand on her OnlyFans
I must admit, I was impressed
The way she suggest her
Best friend get undressed
And massage my neck, back and my chest
My initials in her head rest, real
Head rest, head rest, man
I got her on bed rest x ray vision, man
You better wear a lead vest
Mack daddy like I came from the Apple Store
Your flow cheap
Half-price at the rapper store
You a child, probably eatin' Play-Doh
Got a nice team
They don't really play though
I'm international like I work for NATO
I'm a boss, baby, do it 'cause I say so
You lames creep me out like an insect
I designed this I'm the architect
She give me brain while I'm
Writin' on my phone
So I guess my best bars are
All inspired by her intellect
Ooh, bet she didn't see it coming
Ooh, yeah, I guess I'm pretty cunning
Ooh, that's why I got the haters running
Yeah, I'm talking shit so you
Better check the plumbing
Trade you from the team like you Danny Green
You never hit your shots so you
Tell me what I mean i don't mix friends like
I don't mix beverages
Just ask me who the sorcerer's apprentice is
Squad up like a superhero meetin'
Fly like the Birdman, call me Michael Keaton
Thinking that you big time but
You ain't really eatin'
You really can't hang, quit the game
Take your beatin'
A delightful concoction of
Musical fusion indeed
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