Im proof of them man. (x2)
I'm on deck i'm up next
Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.
You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes
Or a sunday fry x4
Sweet, okay makes sense
I found an escape (x2)
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
Holla out my set
I slapped an x on your head
Convertibles with turbo jets
I be going hard bitch (x4)
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