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Said this a hit of liquid
Marilyn channeling, panicking, spar with Anakin
'Til one of us leave in an
Blow the smoke of the in your eyes
You ain't gon' live you die
Intelligent on my side
She I'm spitting habitual lies
I hit her up my jet land
Got a swisher tucked in my
Front page news, I'm Jesus
Eating bagels with no on
Been hoes since when Mase was on
I that Basedgod hears my prayers
One day you're here, the next day you're
So me and Earl smoking on Jay-Z's lawn
Some dope rap on your ho ass, Womack
hold back, no, feed your girl Cognac
Meet a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, diva
Met her off even Schindler keeps a list
Pittsburgh, broke down in a Fisker
I could pull your bitch with a and diss her
ho
She only dumb cause she that though
Somewhere getting high reading
I hit her up she come and watch Adjustment Bureau
("That's a movie!")
love me cause I'm so commercial
I fuck 'em raw cause I know they
In Beach with a purple fleece
Hotel lobbies Für Elise
I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with
Slap a bitch in the mouth if she at me
I said Josh's is like Paul Revere
When he walk in the room like God is here
I'm at a prop shop in throwing tomohawks
At I'm chilling

I'm on the nigga
She taking it a champ
And I'm proud of her
I'm on the couch that loud is burning
I'm shouting, "I don't fuck you"
Cause I don't, love a ho
But we could doctor, ma
Open for thermometer
Your cowgirl's crotch
With a clean, faded fro,
Tell the label that I want a driver
And tell him give me space, I don't that nigga
ass little fuckin' low class villian
Whole van tinted, nope can't him
It's the Trashwang nigga, that's up
Half of hope in that plastic cup
Real nigga from the start the casket shut
Present his own case as a one
Present-day based nigga, smack the
with them same niggas ashin' blunts
While that bass make his like he mad or somethin'
Slide in the safe, the cash and run
Know that if he fake I'm him
Took the big toe so they the tongue
Out stuntin' like I'm supposed to, dog
Blowing smoke than a broke exhaust
Pipe only spirit I hold menthol
It's Wolf bitch like you know these paws
like it's '62
Spit and grip my
My bitch to the swisher
My niggas split the

Hey, marijuana fields
Pot growing, blaring Gil
Heron while we pop
Errand run and cop
Niggas I feel not
For 'em, stop bitching,
Stare and get grill knocked open

Hey, marijuana fields
Pot growing, blaring Gil
while we pill pop
Errand run and cop
Niggas know I not
For 'em, bitching, bruh
Stare and get that grill open