Wayne Greaty - Bordeaux Flows

Lamar Odom with Chloe all on his scrotum
Boy I'm doper than a coca plant
And more polar than totem
Or total aurora borialis
All up on my wrist
And it's gone shine like it's in between
Big Gipps' lips
Might take a trip to Quebec
Have a sip with the French
All of it come from Bordeaux
Like the number after 6
In reference to my kicks
'Cause all my drinks homegrown
My women come from outer space
Boy I just may phone home
My tendency's to impress
All my enemies
They suppress all the energy
They was betting on sending me
Now they friending me
I mean they follow me
'Cause they really can't sit with me
Physically, or get with me mentally
Wasn't hearing me
Until I made em listen up lyrically
I became a rager bitch
Now tap into my frequency
99' to 2 thou
A juvenile delinquency
Computer filing history deleting
I'm a mystery
They can't
Figure me out
Let that pigeon sing
An idlewild'n industry
Such beautiful chemistry
That's got me rolling limousine
I'm the golden ticket bitch
I'm Walter White's Methlamine
And she gone eat this
Willy Wonka chocolate coated ding-a-ling
And since we talking W's
I win at things
Call me Wayne Greaty, baby
Don't forget the Greaty when you mention me
(Deep voice)
When I flow the angels
Sing symphonies
The worlds 9th wonder
This was meant for me
And I'll take it willingly
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