And pilfering pillows cus we getting in it like tongues
But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love
Fuck healing i'm killin and sinning, shove venom in cuts
And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them
Good luck with that mug of a mutt ya bum, you're dumb
2014 summer coldest, im the last survivin thats still potent
Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust
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