L.y.t.e. Lyrics

[Intro: Shawn Wigs]
Shorty rock... slay beats all year long
This be the Enterprise, baby
[Shawn Wigs]
Son, I walk with the crush, leather graham cracker crust
Tattoo Timbs and my tennisball cut
It be Wigga, coming with that special delivery
I'm the epitome, of Starks new entity

A Def Jam, so follow through the pregnacy
The rebirth of Slick, with the raspberry cuffie
Dirty slang mouth and a bag of the dookie, my pants all droopy
Son, I watch 'em get wild, but got no love for them
groupies
We party and bullshit, with some Grey Goose and a mean
bitch
That's us, drunk wally mocks on the bus
My dangerous slang be them darts you can trust
Love or lust, I'm in it, for nothing to gain
Once my foots in the door, I'll never be the same
Never be the same again, Starks Enterprise
O.T.F., Othorized... 2000 and Tracy, get your dice, out,
baby

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