Lisa Bonet ft. Al the Punisher Lyrics

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Got a bad bitch Paris Morgan, said she love how Burberry hang off, a nigga neck

Nappa leather in the V, so she know it's foreign, diamond stitch on it, and it come light brown Lisa Bonet

You see the RS? and you know it's us

And niggas keep a trey pound, like we rolling blunts

Pull up on your block, and we holding nuts

About to blam on you like Bron, game 6 and he throwing dust

You playing chess, fuck them games is to me?

I'm running GTA, with a book full of cheats Blow your spot up, ARs with bananas underneath

Throwing dots like I'm Patrick, with a Kelce underneath

Canada tux, that's all denim

I'm the professor, bad bitch call her Miss Bellum

All about my principles, you break 'em I expel 'em

Got designer brands, on it's crazy I misspell 'em

Ayo, the plug dropped me off a unit, watch me get to it

Every rapper in my city, under my influence

She trying to argue, but I'm not trying to get into it

If this Yak don't have me leaning, watch the gin do it

I'm Shawn Michaels on a heel turn, it's sweet chin music

I'm about my financials nigga, let's really get Intuit

I put wheels on a ball point, I keep the pen moving

Dead rappers get better promotion, that's why they overdosing

I'm Harvey Specter everywhere I go, I'm known for closing

I'm busy fixing my pocket square, as the soda foaming

I fucked the cook up

I fucked the cook up, that's because my yola keep their noses open

I feel like Bron, with this magazine niggas know I'm chosen

Don't let that chip get too big, and you get your shoulder broken

I'm the punisher, I kill niggas with no emotion

Grrrrrrr, fucker