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These bitches want
They for a check
Tell em it ain't
she need a ring like Carmelo
Must be on that white like
All you want is
But the ones just like you
Just me

I don't play, I make time
But if you need dick I got you and I yam the line
Pour up for
RIP C
RIP Trayvon, that nigga look just me
Woo, buzzin', woo!
That my cousin, he got a little trade
His girl keep the scales, a little
We out by the pool, some little
Me and gel
Like with them bangs
Now that's a real
You holding your breath
Weighted
madre, punk papa
He care for me
But he for me
And good enough
We don't talk much or
But when we about something
We good discussion
I met his last week, feels like they're up to something
good for us

We'll let you guys
We'll let you guys
We gon' see the future
We'll let you guys
We gon' see the future
Living so the last night feels a past life
Speaking of the, know what got into people
Devil be homies
try to body jump
Why you think I'm in bitch wearing a fucking Yarmulke
Acid on me the rain
Weed crumbles into
Rain,
We out on this wet floor
Away turf, no
how the strobes glow
Look at all the people feet
I know that your came with you
But he with you
We human and it's humid in these Balmains
I mean my balls in my jeans
We pheremones, Amber Rose
Sippin' lemonades

I may be younger but I'll after you
We're not in love, but make love to you
When you're not I'll save some for you
I'm not him but I'll something to you
I'll mean to you
I'll mean to you
You got a roommate he'll what we do
It's only if you're fucking him too