I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz
What are you doing, learning to count syllables?
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
When we pass the grass and know this like we know your raps are trash,
We were doing okay, we were never stackin' green,
But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream
People around are doing their work
I'll take her home and do her like homework
Since when have i been doing this?
And i can't help but notice
You know i'm doing this shit big.... sumo/
That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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