The boys fuck a chorus this shit goes hard fuckin with a beast turn a lady i
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
Us bitches are learning to run these boys
No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints
Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash
If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass
1 for the money, 2 for the bitches
We ain't buying cds, we striving to live
Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash
1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass
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