Oysters

Finesse you like Howard Ratner, trust its a pattern For certain better see the jewels uncut, lookin raw and dapper Nyc cold you could feel it in your bones All good though, still rock the cobra skin loafers stretched at the toe Size 12 foot, pain at the sole We made the oath, so heres the toast From here on out we stay on ten toes Wreck any opposition with the swift closed fist Eventually the Richard Mille will flash on the wrist Till then, i'll keep spitting out classics, like a prime ray allen i won't miss I heard art is subjective, i did it? It hits or you miss Don't invite me to thanksgivin I might just eat your food and dip because i gotta settle some business Don't mean to sound foul But i rather make some bread, than wait for the next round Penthouse 1205, killer views, deadly rhymes Missed her glass, 1942 spill, flowing through her thighs What was once his is now mines I'm talking bout the bottle, not the bitch But if she wanna come with me i won't have to insist 200 mg coquito, leave you passed out like Robinson, ay bendito I shouldn't have drank the whole thing solo un poquito Last roll of the dice, oh shit i hit 10 G's the amount, hit the lick and split Rush over to the crib Deposit the bread in the mattress where the purple 50's live Queens Sin Miedo