Tracey Morgan Vomit

Lyrics for Tracey Morgan Vomit

I'm saying shit like that, tho, man Real life Cactus Plant Flea Market joggers Carhart WIP, I'm a work in progress (WIP) Work whipper shirt got a blue collar, the aquanaut got it without a music dollar (not one) Prada Luna Rossa, my jewels cooler than fruits glass The Balenciaga is liver, lil Mama was sitting by the side, bothered Lauryn Hill was singing Doo Wop, I let off the oow-wop Fucked up the whole concert like Lil Mama Party growing, I'm the balloon popper This bad juju I put on you like a voodoo doctor Besides ya silk boxers, silk the Shocker I might pop up at your Pop-Up (hey), like your potluck Stir the pot up, serve product (mm) They made piranha jump out the water To cop my goddaughter the water blue five and a quarter Three quarters S Dot Carter's, I beg your pardon (I beg your pardon, huh) Neiman Marcus, darling, floor seats at the Garden, like Olive Garden Your garbage made Tracey Morgan vomit (vomit, nigga, ah, man, come on, hustle man, facts) 656 welfare cheese with the grits, that's how we started The Knicks blew out Charlotte (huh), you don't got to be a barber to get your wig parted (whoo) Brain particles hit the carpet, I spark shit All you hear is hit dogs barking, us niggas talking Like a bunch of broads in a gossip column Tracey Morgan Vomit You know half my family is suffering with diabetes behind Kool-Aid, you understand this? Have you ever ate government cheese? Do you know what that does to your kidney? I'll tell you what it is to be black, man, I feel it like it, right here, right now You ever threw a Chihuahua off the roof of the projects? (No) You ever got a female pregnant when you was like seven? (No) Have you ever broke a Puerto Rican dude's arm for sweatpants money?