Versace Eggs lyrics

[Intro: Lil Kapow]
Excuse me
I'd like to order some uhhh Versace Eggs over easy
With Kobe Steak on the side (Run, Forrest, Run!)
And uhhh could you send out, like, yo baddest waitress
Fat ass, light skin, big titties

[Chorus: Lil Kapow]
Whip through your city like Mad Max
I walk in this b*tch where the cash at
Open up your jaw, Mrs. Pac-Man
Get head from a thottie then pass that
She poppin' that pus*y on Snapchat
Blow on my di*k like it's band camp
b*tch said she wanna be a model
She doing more lines than an actress

[Verse 1: Lil Kapow]
Balenciaga's on my feet (Ding)
Pour us up make it splash b*tch (Yeah)
Versace Eggs, Kobe steak
That's a two hundred dollar breakfast
Pull up to the whip I was smashin'
He say he want smoke he can have it
Wearin' sh*t I can't pronounce it, God dammit
All that I know is it sound rich
All I know is I don't need sh*t (No)
I see your booty so I grab it (Yeah)
Finesse the b*tch like Aladdin (Yeah)
AR-15 in your mouth b*tch, bang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
This ho suckin' like four di*ks that's gang gang gang gang
She throwing it back like Matrix damn
Beat that pus*y like cave man
f*ck your sister in a mini van
Shoot that n*gga from a distance (pew)
Got three bullets like Mercedes-Benz (Benz)
B-b-b*tch I'm fly like a Raven, ayy
My b*tch f*ck b*tches like Raven-Symoné
Creep through your block, Wes Craven, yeah yeah
I got a stick and I'll use it
In that pus*y, get abusive
I'm getting covered in Gucci
I call that ho Juicy Fruit
I'm done with that b*tch in five minutes
Diamonds dancing on me groovy
Of course I'm a villain
Mojo Jojo, I f*ck with three women
Goes right through your ceiling
Got a lil b*tch while I suck on her titties
b*tch where the cash at
Outfit jet pack
b*tch where the drugs at
I'm 'bout to relapse
Slide on some mini hoes
I need a ski mask
One of these bad hoes
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[Verse 2: Billy Marchiafava]
Got a real small di*k motherf*cker
But I don't give a sh*t, I'm the sh*t motherf*cker
Drop eight bands on a whip motherf*cker
Just to cruise around the city like a rich motherf*cker, I'm bad
Bad to the bone, yeah
I woke up on a yacht shout out Lil Boat
Lemme smoke my dope gotta bag like groceries
This how it's 'posed to be
I work for my spot let's have a toast for me
Bad lil b*tch come from overseas
Billy in the cut like some Neosporin
Counting up these checks yeah it's getting borin'
Hop out the whip to a jet I'm soarin'
Don't really drink but tonight we pourin'
Push start the whip till my finger's broken
If you want a feature it's goin' cost your mortgage

[Bridge]
I'm whipping in the kitchen
b*tch I'm up, aye
24/7 b*tch I'm higher than the sun
When I sleep
I ain't counting sheep I'm counting stacks

[Chorus: Lil Kapow]
(Running, Running, Running, Running)
Running through your city just like I'm Mad Max
Walk in this b*tch, where the cash at?
Open up your jaw, Mrs. Pac-Man
Get head from a thottie and pass that
She poppin that pus*y on Snapchat
Blow on my di*k like it's bandcamp
b*tch said she wanna be a model
She doing more lines than an actress
[Outro: Lil Kapow]
Versace Eggs, Kobe steak (Two)
Two hundred dollar breakfast (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)