Rice Pudding At L'ami Jean Lyrics

I'ma find out what my hobby is (You chill)
You gon' find out what mahogany is (Who cares?)
Wh-wh-who comin' with me? Magic City or Maverick City?
One thing I did right was be funny
Broke soul, long trauma bond with the money
Big gun tote, red dot, pray for me
Brand new coat, red fox, big dummy (Oh, Jesus love me)
This is not drug money, this is rug money
So much Patty on me, it ain't Doug funny
I grew up on that Giuliani stop-and-frisk
And not a cup half full, we at the optimists
I'm talkin' Ford Fry, order more fries
All this truffle on the throne, can't say, "Poor guy" (Courtside, all rise)
Only reason Johnny lived, Jesus died

Ever had the rice pudding out in L'ami Jean?
It's really L'ami Jean, y'all know what I mean
I been around the world, [?]
Somеtimes I feel like Tony at the badabing
Austin air purifiеd, girl, you know I breathe different
Exit out the kitchen, yeah, I leave different
Japanese denim, yeah, my jeans different
Ayo, they seem different, yeah, 'cause the seams different
Cartier frames, I see different, uh
Thousand thread coming, I dream different, uh
Gaetano Pesce, them seats different
And when the Spirit come up on me, I speak different
Say my name, say my name, quit the sneak dissin'
All sixty-six books, I read different
Still plant seeds, I reap different
Jesus really love the kid, man, he weep different
Even when I'm buggin', Jesus love me
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, even when I'm buggin', Jesus love me
Ayy, from Paris to Japan, uh, it's all in His hands
Uh, from LA to New York, y'all know He still work
Jesus loves me, this I know, from New York to Tokyo
Uh, that's one thing I know

Whoa, Jesus love me