The Pleasantries

[Talking] Word I ain't even know they were cousins man, what? Yeah, pass me that Remy [Verse 1: Willie the Kid] Liver and onions, my schlong come between cousins Blood is thicker than water, let them hoes fight Now how delightful, pure as the driven Drove every beamer, drive freak bitches crazy My drive, count the money piles at the pow-wow Penetrate the pussy, rap shit, put a towel down Niggas on they minces, me I'm not convinced-from the trenches Sex in random sequence with wenches Women love it like free drinks, thirst quenching It's heart wrenching, for tension, their eyes squinting Mention me they might let you in the venue While I be low-key sipping Malbec, suede menus Copping leather from Crete, Dubai Gold District Strict discipline, plenty pair of Polo chinos Pleasantries, plant trees for the mezzanine It's pleasant, rosemary feasant, feta cheese Jeans frayed like a peasant, throw confetti Bitches frolic in the meadow, I made the feddy Comfort, confront niggas fronting fraudulent Sipping Don in Milan, my shit be marvelous Get you fingered, no fingerprints Prissy chicks take initiative to sit amongst us, play the bunker Legal tender for dinner, suppress the hunger, shit Fresh like a mint sprig you prick it's Willie