Spose - Elegant G lyrics

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Spose - Elegant G lyrics

[Intro] Yeah There's no way There's no way we could pay taxes on all these exotic animals and houses and sh** That's why we own the country Altered G [Verse 1] Yo I dip the bald eagle meat all up in the Ranch dip It's like I can't miss Have s** with gold, checkered coat Never broke, leopard coat I been altered, G You wanna reach me, you should call the suite You should call it a beach, call it a yacht Matter fact, you should probably call it a drop I mean the drop-top helicop flyin' to the spot Extravagant happenin's Kardashians mowing my gra** again Immaculate castles Long money like the cash from the [raffles?] I seen young Prince on that helipad Smokin' outta smelly bag I could smell the doubt I met up with Slouch on a velvet couch With some elegant gentlemen Smokin' elephant skeletons f** with the tight boxes, white tuxes, White Russians I been divin' for plasma diamonds You cats survivin', I'm giant Ate a whole shark, ain't ate one since Cheese bliss with young Prince Yellow limo with dark tints Lair full of caged pelicans Frigidaire full of AIDS medicine, on some altered sh** Titty size that is only in the Spanish alphabet You know what I'm sayin', you don't know the half of it I been looking for my next thrill Chain so chunky I got it on a treadmill It's oh so real Suicide doors on the Popemobile You never want a private jet I just bought the company that owns Moët Girls mo' wet Us getting money 'round here, no sweat It's Altered G, not Altered H Preparation, we make no mistakes Too fly to stop to hate We got dinosaur milk in our Frosted Flakes I don't got time for this I don't got rhymes for this So high that I'm up on Heaven All my rhymes ghost-wrote by Jo... [coughs] Got that manatee bone stuck in my throat there All my rhymes ghost-wrote by John Lennon Lennon