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Cyn Santana the dog filter's everything honey
food for the sharks, shit, 'cus everything's chummy
You big dummy, Scoobavelli we her
Copped the Crab Louie, andouille and Victor
Catch my good side in the flicks by
We out in Woodside, off the elixir
Picture a Ganga in Dennis Busenitz
Own the building and we got
Shit he copped a of homes
next to Rashida Jones
To is own, Kraft mac or Velveeta prone
We eat alone and make a toast to
bivalves of the east coast variety
The diet be, we might be keen to bake
Himalayan rock salt with Tajima steak
Waiting its daybreak
You a day late, shit, the namesake

And it boils, and it really takes not only a lot of
Who have uh confidence in area but
teamwork

[Verse 2: Matter ov

A-yo I roll up, Nissan Juke of puke
Niggas that your mother rebuke, smothered in
A alumni, shorty baking apple crumb pie
A big momma to lap it up and leave a numb thigh
Push the Hyundai, high yella, she Stella's
And got her prescription filled for the Kybella
Nah, just Leave your the way it is
Your wattles hanging half as low as they say it is
Ok it is, couldn't you what day it is or year it is
But If Hopp was a beer it'd be an IPA
Got a wipey and for the ABDL fetish
Is you changing my diapy
Aye, It's like the to a certain song
We mobbing 'til the day that the curtains drawn
My Word is shorty bobbing and flirting strong
Four in the morn when my nigga Robin is on
We