Blow trees like a hurricane
And burst in a ball of flames
Ball hard and we dont flop
Red dots cause i’m red hot
I function with you and you flaunt your pistol
Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical
Find the body rip off the head and put it in my nap sack
Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back
Grow your ball sack and get on the track
Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad
Or something that you paid for
Fucking ball like a clipper and knicker,
Bitch, they call it motor city
Get a sack and come smoke with me
Aha, and she aint only after one penis
Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks
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