Weekend At Solomon’s lyrics

[Intro]
His name's Pablo

[Verse]
Since birth I was a problem, daddy should've worn a condom
I was just f*cked up rockin' Fila like they Prada's
Now these b*tches on my di*k, I'm droppin' fire with Casada
On my way to the doctor 'cause it's itchin' by my privates
Oh lord, everybody calm down, it's just a hair bump
They killed Jeffery Epstein 'cause he told and that scared Trump
I'm three pumps in, oh lord, oh I'm 'bout to bust
Fat n*gga, but my b*tch bad, n*gga, Sherman Klump
Oh God, is you miss perty?
My b*tch a pharm tech at CVS, she got the scripts twerking
We got a code name for the bricks, did you get Urkle?
Bougie n*gga, just to beat my meat, b*tch, I get Jergens
Humblе n*gga, dawg, this fame can't even changе me
On the low, I wanna f*ck Erica Cheney
Man, I had a fat mama, dawg, I dare you n*ggas blame me
Man, I offered him a donut, but he gay, he want a danish
If that's what you like, dawg, I'm not homophobic
My di*k ain't that long, b*tch, so why you chokin'?
All she do is cap, I swear to God she a cap-a-holic
Only white people take a sh*t and don't wipe the toilet
Too fat, I left the seat back, give me head now
The police right next to us, keep your head down
"Boom, boom," I'm fat so when I'm f*cking that's how the bed sound
Spending all these dead n*ggas money, n*gga, Clermont
f*ck around in the D, it's just me and Face
Already know the feds hip, just bring your case
They ain't gonna come and get me? Oh f*ck, n*gga, bring the Wraith
Had a dream that I was skinny, woke up, couldn't see my waist
Oh my God, look, I'm not a f*ckin' racist
Dropped a pint and caught it with my foot, it ain't touch the pavement
I chop crack with my pinky toe, don't need the f*ckin' razer
Touch more boy than Mike Jack, I'm not a f*ckin' rapist
Woo, oh my God, I'm talkin' super loose
Hump the b*tch face, when I was done she had a missing tooth
Glizzy with the stendo on the bottom, b*tch, it's like a flu
f*ck around and wipe a n*ggas nose like he got the flu
Plugged in with Jazz Prince, I got mob ties
Got an Acre Home b*tch that'll f*ck me for some hot fries
Love suckin' on both titties, goo-goo ga-ga
Told my girl that I'm seein' four other b*tches, bae, I'm c*ckeyed
I'm just cheatin', I don't know about polygamy
I gave my b*tch another STD, I know she sick of me
Baby, I don't kiss and tell, b*tch, I'm solid like a brick in me
I ain't sign unless I own my masters, n*gga, ain't no pimpin' me