My girls from Norway like Thor, thee original VIKINGS.
That’s 5 Kings in roman numerals, my type of thing.
And me? I’m out to conquer like Alexander The Great.
With my chest out like Achilles I take you wait.
No, I aint Hannibal, won’t loose at the gates.
I’ll Ghanghis Khan you if no foods on my plate.
Everybodys a hustler til they meet one.
You know my number, let me show you how to greet one.
My charismas like a billionaire son.
Let me interpret, I got swag get some.
I dont crease for nobody, I got creases in my pants tho.
My collar on my shirt flipped up, like damn, WHOA.
I’ll stroll in-side ya place like I own it.
An If I like ya name babe girl I might song it.
Coachella, whoa fella, don’t tell her, I’m boss.
I-won be-fore I even started, you-lost.

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