Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air
Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair
I'm steady well known from here to bel air
I mean me is there, but it's like three there
It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear
A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air
... materialize her love for one who doesn't care
Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air
I'm running out of air
They tryin to say that i don't care
It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair
Spinning like my many rims through the air,
I can smell it in the air
I'm love stoned and i could swear
I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there
Multiple middle fingers in the air
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