Mr. MoneyShot

by Jason Damaso
(Santa Maria, CA, USA)


Mr. MoneyShot

Quick to pull pretty thang, like a riptide.
She dont want no watered down,
She want the moonshine.
Everytime she comes around,
Bet we have goodtime. right…
Im just pimped out, Central Coastin,
young mack official
now more than ever, honey bunnies
been on my nuts trying to wet my whistle,
must be this game I spit like hollowtips
from a pistol, shoot it to me
shoot it like missle. right…
I been bout it like Filoso,
I stay active, just ask your main hoe.
I ran laps around you while you
stand there like a scarecrow.
Quick to point that out like an arrow,
Quick to pull your spouse like David Romero.
Mad dinero, money by the barrel,
everythang handpicked check my apparel uggh…
You're bettter off getting bit by a shark bitch,
cuz Im a Playboy just like Justin Vargas.
Legendary, so much money got it buried.
Probably gonna marry a supermodel secretary.
And make love from March to February.
In Jesus name I pray to God daily, calendary.
He is worthy to praised its only necessary. right…
Words always get in the way
So lets just, do what we do best and be us
Miles could'nt get between us
Nor reasons being why
Mars be separated from Venus.
Distant lovers on this earth,
we should never, if worse came to worst.
I'd leave the 805 and search the seven seas.
knowing that there will never be
another goddess on this planet.
So lets not take this Cali sunset for granted,
just understand it when I draw a heart
on the ocean shore,
Kasanova Bombay gonna love you girl forevermore,
so stop playing, romance is in the air slightly raining.
Evidence in your stare just like Shakespeare was saying.
Half the reason why my heart beats, beats, beats.
You're the main event and I got front row seats.
So when I lay you down so affectionately,
imagine your Body as an Island,
endlessly caressed by the sea…
Easily I approach, who you call player,
Girl Im a coach.
Recognize greatness, all up in your presence,
gonna touch all your bases,
then unwrap you like a present.
Trying to fit the whole Key in her twat
like a runway model when she walk,
go and get the money honey don't talk
laced her up like chalk.
who you dealing with… Mr. MoneyShot.
written by: Jason Damaso
Get at me with the feed back… victorykingdom316@gmail.com
wrote this flow to the beat of ..Kevin Gates – All my life

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