And make you fell fright with no glimmer of light and show you what's right
What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe
I just open up easier when i talk through a mic
You know the type of bitches that fell in love with that glass dick
You get paid for that girl
And he, what's his name, earl
Cos that girl is actually you
My home girl told me i got an issue
You cant get a deece girl, your stuck with skanks, my weeds danks,
This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands
Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell
He was a happy little boy till the day that it all fell,
I met this girl that was silly, happy, jumpy with a heart of gold.
I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed
Uh, you a bad girl potential
Yes bitch, that's a presidential
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