Hold up i'm your baby.
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Your innocence, so give me the key baby
Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free
Baby your nothing but sweet,
Cause they right down the street
So here i am at the store for some chips
You should forever remember your benefits
Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine
It's ironic, your eyes need more improvement than mine
I be on some other shit
Forever lost in your hypnotic
I said i got my ass beat
Your flow is wack and mine is concrete,
Your bars aint equal to what #mine #is
From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches
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