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
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