Ain't she a deep baby, um huh, like the paracord song?
Big up by Talini, mini, mini, moe, and flower, you're the chosen one
Fill your hands, it's free, in the writing grip
With another man and what he's writing himself towards is done
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm Matt Walker, and this is Cameron, and this is the Gator Rock.
I tackle these assaults with a new heartbeats memo
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Here we are in the first annual Gator Race
My name is Richard and I'm the other's own
And what he's writing himself towards is done
Oh, oh, oh, oh
N-E-O-O-M-G-G, let's go, you'll go one for me
Now your man's bigger than I am, oh my days, he disagrees
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Speaks
We give away one next year's future spin
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ain't shady, baby, I'm hot, like the protocol sun
Bigger by the lini-mini, money mowing, flower, you're the chosen one
Well, you're left-hand street, well, I'm left-hand street
Well, I'm left-hand street, well, I'm left-hand street
Well, I'm left-hand street, well, I'm left-hand street
Well, I'm left-hand street, well, I'm left-hand street
Well, I'm left-hand street
Oh no
