Fuck that!

But you're not allowed, this gets you wet by the fingers, but what a mouth, how would you know if you didn't get the snitch?

And it gets so fucking civilian, niggas know, call me for money, niggas know I'm about to be in the city

Hey, if you ain't got a room, throw legs, miss a penny

For the one millimeter on plane chain, like peanut butter, blended

Head up a moment, cring, I hope you're part of your children, that's like news, they've been in the middle

Throw me a fill in, throw the shirt, the face of the fat and the sky

Throw the shirt, the face of the fat and the sky

Throw the shirt, the face of the sky, everything, open the shop, scratch the spot

Everything, open the shop, tear them, scratch the spot

Oh my god, hey, don't put the loving genes, you got 16, huh?

I brought the bitch of the drawer that told us it was fun

Thank you, bring the film back in a month

Pilly, I'm a blank

Mom, do it, so move

All I do is press the button

All you do is press the button

All you do is press the button

Anytime, call me

I can't use money that we are discussing

Lil' show you nothing

Who cranks you

Cause you're fresh

Fuck this stuff

Hey

You are wine

You are wine

You are wine

You are wine