Wallabee Champ

Yeah

One two, one two, one two, America

It's ya boy Tony Starks

The Wallabee kingpin

You know I just like to shout out to good beats like this

You know what I mean, I wish I woulda had this a long time ago

I woulda demo'd this y'all

Check it out

Ayo

Ayo, check

Banging the sounds that I invent

Fake niggas, who tried to flex hard came and went

They couldn't match up

With the fly nigga with his back against the wall

Heads clock once I came in the door

I played the speaker, sippin' a Kahlúa

Saw this bad bitch with a switch and yo I had to step to her

In a manner

And rather, wish the camera was on

When I had reached her, I knew that the shit was on

Please excuse me, allow me to introduce myself

Yo, I'm the man, and honey you been rated top shelf

Yo what's your name hun, hair wrapped up in a bun

Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun

Never diss 'em

It's hard for a brother just to miss 'em

Especially, when your browsing, going fishin'

Waistline banging like a bass line

Physical form is well complex

And yo I love your outline

Boo, your whole body is wild

With your rugged profile

Enough to make a hard rock smile

You can't strike out

Tell me what could really go wrong?

You're rocking labels

Tommy Hill down to Claiborne

Show me some love hun, show me some love boo

Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through

Ayo, peep it

I know you love Victoria's Secret

And loving all the marvelous slang on how I freaked it

Plus, you're the type to make a nigga crash

Far from trash

Your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass

Your body lotion is the potion

The shit got me open like dust

And yo your [?] mad potent

We can go the distance, I'll put you under wings

From this [?] we can spark and see whatever brings

I walked a hot Arabian desert bare footed

I grabbed your hair, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it

That's right y'all

Theodore for life

Wu-tang forever motherfucker