Silky Johnson - Hugh Hefner lyrics

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Silky Johnson - Hugh Hefner lyrics

Yeah, young Hugh Hefner Shouts out to Hugh Hefner's son too You feel me? Red Flame Playboy mansion. Paris Hilton pa**in me Headed to the grotto. Based God with the gold teeth You see me posted with the models b**hes try to pull me in the pool Psychedelic d**; Carlton is next to me Bill O' Reilly taking ecstasy Hugh Hefner, know the secrets Hip-hop keep 'em Under the rug I'm thinking under the mat Trapped in the closet. MF DOOM Without being fed by the spoon Yeah. Most people say about my music They close-minded and swaggerless What you see in the building sh** I imagine sh** It's like I'm in the water 'neath where his paddle is I'm Hugh Hefner, gotta represent The real struggle out of Africa, they sleep in tents Gotta go to get humble. Go there, you get crumbled n***as like me, I ball and don't fumble We juggle this thing we call life, wa**up? Hugh Hefner Aight, that n***a Curren$y like Michael Knight I'm like Hugh Hefner, Hugh Hefner, Hugh Hefner SKOOBIDOOPIDOOPADOOP! Ski-di-blapblapblapblap, where my b**hes? Red Flame n***a My life's in a box, I stop Take a second to look. I move, I rock Feelin' like The Pharcyde n***as think your petty crimes are small time Thinkin' big time like a movie Man, I'm so groovy Austin Power Cannabis Club card in my possession Cops pull me over, don't stress it Hugh Hefner in the vehicle, I got protection n***as know that the opposition against me Come prepared like fast food Two dues are past average Haters' brain like cabbage n***as grow up, pfft You picked the balcony? That's a plan Got the shotgun like Malcom X, strapped up, don't stress Keep it positive, none the less we keep it safe Like s**, bunnies on my ranch Young Hugh Hefner b**h Yeah man, shouts out to DJ Wrexx Also at the Playboy mansion, DJ'ing his a** off Shouts out to the Fader magazine Pitchfork.com for holding me down Hello Mr. Senator, we got LSD cause we hipsters Please just remember us and get your a** like the enemas Volkswagen battle truck, we call it The Love Van Ariel Pink. Chromeo Almost got the Holy Ghost Daft Punk on my DVD Tourin' around the world like me Feelin' like Fader Magazine Pitchfork.com with Ray Ban's on Arcade Fire, Neighborhood #1 I'm from the hood so I'm like the sun You get it? Never run We run the game b**h *slurs words* The rebels won Young Hugh Hefner Red Flame, Lil B The rebels won This is a victory for all the rebels Thank everybody who's been rocking with me till now And know this is just the beginning