My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul
The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll
Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic
Suck a whole lotta dick
A dollar and tell her to stop it i don't fuhh with boys like
Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night
All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise
I'm ill and void, still devoid of a realer joy of pealin' boys
Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine
Mo boys than a bachlerette get a tab out i'm
So government go suck a dick,
Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick
And, boys try to pull a fast one
Mami... she open, she open
But it seems like a scene outta flick
Looking at a fat man's dick/
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