Music
Music
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In 22 course young boss bitch paper in my pockets
It was to rock in me down
By some clothes wear them out in the club. It's more than cameras in the dream. They beginning to believe my hotel smell like cigarettes and we
Should give me a degree
Like
I make them so mad, they got no swag Pimpin's on my feet, they the throwbacks
Look, my money good, but these hoes bad So they stay attached to my gonads
Wakin' up to a few elves Open up my closet to that new shoe smell
I guess I'm doin' well Spoken on the weed that I used to sell
But once my album goes in the shelves It's goin' next tail, I would spin the sale
For now we're sellin' tapes out my shoebox Any spot, just set up my shop
You mad that your girl always says that I'm hot She buy my t-shirts, but she spendin' your gwap
Uh, say what up if you see me around Nike ain't separate my feet from the ground, it's just
All my peeky, my稱book, complete Like, like, like, like, like, like, like...
And you want to fight the pain
Should've stopped this long ago
So now it's been set free
And I don't want to throw you to gold
And I'll be happy
It's not
I'll put you silver away
With a skin in your tear
Your flickering tongue
You're right on the field
Like a real
I'll put you silver away
I'll put you silver away
I'll put you silver away
With a skin in your tear
Your flickering tongue
You're right on the field
Like a real
I'll put you silver away
With a skin in your tear
Your flickering tongue
You're right on the field
Like a real
I'll put you silver away
With a skin in your tear
Put you me, whole
I'll put you silver away
With a skin in your tear
You're right on the field
Like a real
I got a shirt you know, it ain't reaching from the stake
I got a shirt from the wall, it's a shirt we want from the stakes
I got a hearty boss, and when you put your nipples on
I got a pit on the wall, it's time to turn around my neck
I got my bloody mirror, purple, thick, or thick, or thick
I call it a bunch of shit, I call it a bunch of people
I call it a bunch of dirt, and if you take your nipple work
Call that a lot of nerds, we call that $500
Call that a loaded purse, off your house, we for me and her
Call that a lot of dirt, nigga, outside, put your mind
I call that water, fuck that black, I'm black, I don't want sexes
Call that a rolling heart, it's me, Mariah on the screen
I got a feeling, it's hurt you both, you think you can't get bitches
I got a cap and coat, red balls, put your drum on board
I call it a going head, no idea, livin' music
Call that an easy question
I got a shit in my bitch, the land is small, I got a shirt in my
It makes you drop the stain, I call it dick balls
I call it a bunch of shit, I call that a lot of russes
I know you're the only the zone, I got a shit in my balls
Heavy in the stain, shit painted my crew
Now I'm coming out of the bitches in my jacuzzi
Time to go to the pool, might be on the floor
Might be sex you made, or the ride might be clean
Work 20 million, but whoever with a dog
Work 20 million, but you better be about it
Work 20 million, but she know what I'm about
She fuckin' with her, she know that I'm about it
Work 20 million, but you better be about it
