40z at the Met Gala lyrics
by Meyhem Lauren
[Intro]
Welcome to the 14th annual Met Gala , live from New York City
Oh here we have Mr. Muthaf*ckin eXquire, what are you wearing tonight Mr. eXquire?
"Get the f*ck outta my way"
[Verse 1]
40'z at the Met Gala
Vintage Sergio Tacchini jacket like Kendu & Ra'Shon
Flexin’ in Linden plaza, fresh out the projects, boots still got p*ss dripping off em’ leaving prints like f*ck your red carpet
Grimy Brooklyn n*gga though he front like a scholar
Get you lined while i'm reading Frantz Fanon in the [?]
Matte black dripping like its Kylo Ren
My leather corinthian, my b*tch Nigerian
Bantu knots I hold them like a joystick while she blow di*k
Ima bust this nut for the motherland KKKK
I'm doctor Umar tipping strippers p*ssy drunk on moonshine but they don't contradict his vision
Bipolar yeah I got some talent and some issues
Since you tried to play me like im pus*y ima fist you
Headbutt, skullf*ck, stomp n*ggas di*ks loose
Thousand dollar bottles can't pronounce Cliquot
[Interlude]