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Met Gala Freestyle Lyrics[Verse]
Yeah
I know I said I'd never go to the Met
But tonight, I'm tryna see what famous hoes I can get
I've had sex four times this week, I'll explain
My excuse is that I'm tryna get over my ex
That ain't a quarter ticket plus, take that Richard off
I'm cut from a different cloth
Up, but I ain't rich enough
Couple bruddas switchin' up, ignorin' what I did for love
Rap won't ever hit the fan, but if it did, I'll hit the plug
Snug, fittin' like a glove
Inside the saddle bag
Anyhow they hit me, brodie bigger, we ain't jabbin' back
Richard Millie camel strap, sand dust, rosed out
I'm the biggеst writer out my country after Roald Dahl
Face chocolatе, factory diamond, that's the gold ticket
There's no gimmick, I'm really breakin' the world record
Home decor's Chrome leather, no IKEA
Recouped the 10 mil' quick, flip it like my reup
No sightseer, my sake of visit ain't tourism
Nike headquarters, I feel important in Oregon
Summertime, skin gettin' olive, I put the olive on
I don't run away from my problems I make a profit off
If my brodie uppin' that pole, he ain't doin' muscle-ups
And I'm still adjustin', tuxedo buttoned up
Handcuffed to cuff links, my mum thinks I'm up to suttin'
She know I'm a hustler, told her put her trust in us
And everything would pan out
Never had a dishwasher, I couldn't leave the pan out
Now I'm livin' Paramount, the picture gotta pan out
Bitches gonna fan out
You'd think that I got bad bowels the way that I'm shittin' on 'em
My chain ain't the same as these rappers, their diamonds rubbish
Asked them, "How much does it cost" and they change the subject
Tell the jeweler, "Make what I want" and they'll ask the budget
Got the same amount of funds for a contract kill if you touch it
We was bottom barrel trappers, we was rock sellers
Now I'm one call of away from Rothschilds and Rockefellers
Roc Nation brunch with the thugs, I'm with the hot steppers
Red Hot Chili Peppers, crack rock to Coachellas
I ain't with the soul sellin', but I'm tryna buy a soul
When I say pain relief, I don't mean Tylenol
Fit for survival, sittin' on a high horse
Hundred man versus gorilla, I'll reach the finals

[Outro]
Huh, I know I said I'll never go to the met
But tonight I'm tryna see how many hoes I can get