earthquake

earthquake

earthquake

earthquake

earthquake

earthquake

earthquake

We got young people's lives at stake

Most niggas love nothin' so I made this song

Heh, if the autotune's gone most rapper's careers will be gone

And then I'll lay you down and record soft porn

Luck on my brim Supreme keeps me warm

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

Play hard to get, females get jealous

Get shot down cause you’re overzealous

This here’s a jam for all the fellas

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce

earthquake

earthquake

earthquake

earthquake

earthquake

earthquake

Give me dome, then let me skate

Early adapters agree they all late

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like Rihanna lips

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its shit