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点击复制I'm a work of art
The ghetto version of mozart
Yeah
Ha ha
I move the ki'skeys
They call me the piano man
I'm classically trained
Nobody do it better man
I do my thang
Me and my beretta man
I got that girl
You want her come and get her man
Call me the piano man
Call me the piano man
Call me the piano man
Call me the piano man
Cartier glasses
Cartier belt
Cartier watch tell me time somewhere else
Like germany
Sweden and serbia
N***a want two birds and I'm servin ya
I'ma ball like julius irving
Iverson
Demandin I got the cannon in that two door phantom
N***a hundred e x s**t
Suicide do's
Get a top a low fade
Now the body lookin hard
These snake a*s n***az is reptiles
'Til I shoot 'em up
Fill 'em up with projectiles
Yay' got the best styles
Yay' got the best clothes
Yay' got the best w**d
Yay' got the best h*es
Yeah
I move the ki'skeys
They call me the piano man
I'm classically trained
Nobody do it better man
I do my thang
Me and my beretta man
I got that girl
You want her come and get her man
Call me the piano man
Call me the piano man
Call me the piano man
Call me the piano man
Yeah
Uhh
Fresh out the rim shot
My wheels tick tock
My steel six shots
The paint flip flop
My charm trucky
That's why they wan' f**k me
Two oh seven mcclaren
Body like buffy
Ol' head get rusty
And I'm a can of oil
If hip hop do that
A hundred grand'll boil
We show up at your bougie event
Get your body hung
Slide you all over the stage like omarion
Then leave the party calm
On a pepsi and bacardi bomb
Bail ain't nothin
I make a gotti bond
Magician
I could make a dollar flip
Stick a whole corona bottle in a model chick
I move the ki'skeys
They call me the piano man
I'm classically trained
Nobody do it better man
I do my thang
Me and my beretta man
I got that girl
You want her come and get her man
Call me the piano man
Call me the piano man
Call me the piano man
Call me the piano man
I'm rich than a muh'f**ker ridin in the dirty a*s phantom
We kill undercovers down here
We can't stand 'em
Fill up the door panels
And stuff the floorboards
I could fit a hundred in a honda accord
Blood of a d**g lord
Brain of a baller
Hand of a hustler
I'm all about a dollar
E'rybody's a customer
Nobody's a friend
Somebody gotta do it
Anybody can win
If I
Did it then I can
Do it now
When we
Get 'em in we just
Ship 'em out
A gucci briefcase
Dressed in a suit and tie
Cartiers
You can tell that I
I move the ki'skeys
They call me the piano man
I'm classically trained
Nobody do it better man
I do my thang
Me and my beretta man
I got that girl
You want her come and get her man
Call me the piano man
Call me the piano man
Call me the piano man
Call me the piano man