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Piano Man

I'ma work of art

A ghetto version of Mozart, yeah

I move the keys, 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 wanna 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

Nigga, one, two birds and I’m servin’ ya

I'ma ball like Julius, Erving, Iverson and Manning

I got that cannon in that two door Phantom

Nigga hundred EX shit suicide doors

Get a top or low fade, now, the body lookin’ hard

These snake ass niggas is reptiles

Till I shoot ‘em up and fill ‘em up with projectiles

Yay' got the best styles, Yay' got the best clothes

Yay' got the best weed, Yay' got the best hoes, yeah

I move the keys, 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 wanna 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

Fresh out the rim shot, my wheels tick-tock

My steel six shot, the paint flip flop

My charm truckie, that's why they wanna fuck me

207 McLaren body like Bucky

Old head get rusty and I’m a can of oil

And if hip hop do die a 100 grand'll boil

Show up at your bougie event give your body harm

Slide you all over the stage like Omarion

Don't need a party, calm on the Pepsi and Bacardi bomb

Bail ain't nothin’ I make a Gotti bond

Magician, I can make a dollar flip

Stick a whole Corona bottle in a model chick

I move the keys, 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 wanna 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 richer than a muhfucka ridin’ in a dirty ass Phantom

We kill undercovers, down here we can't stand ‘em

Fill up the door panels and stuff the floor boards

I can fit a hundred in a Honda Accord

Blood of a drug lord, brain of a baller

Hand of a hustler, I’m all about a dollar

Everybody’s a customer, nobodies a friend

Somebody’s gotta do it, anybody can win

If I did it then I can do it now

When we get ‘em in we can ship ‘em out

A Gucci briefcase, dressed in a suit and tie

Cartiers, you can tell that I

I move the keys, 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 wanna 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

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