I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs
I said i don’t give a fuck
Lots of drugs and boos in his cup
Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs
And all we lack is communication like service sucks
No money, power, or drugs,
Good kids make bad grown ups
European model white bitch is eating donuts
And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,
Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy
Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy
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