Deon Chase - I Feel 6'7" lyrics

[Verse:Deon Chase] Im that frame with the poster Gun with the holster Talking that hot stuff, but you the leftovers Gon' heat it up, you can call me mister toaster Gentlemen status, yeah that tea with the coasters Feet up chilling, yeah my feet in some lofas Before I resume, I should tell you that its over Never cold feet, but tell me who is colder Royal flush in my hand, yes Im the holder Praised the fellas with the key's and the rovers Diamonds in the air, pushing rocks like Hova Claim that its luck like 3 leaf clovers Drug dealer dreams whipping that right over Stove and pots, pyrex, soda 2 chains, one neck, dope boy posing Ice cold status, you remain to stay frozen Pocket full of papers, call it dead pres. folding Read between the lines, call it c**aine coding Ima' a hot spitta' causing fear and loathing Just a hot n***a' making chicks leave clothing Excuse my language, but my flow be boiling