Tehn just forget about god, too busy being hot
Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop
Now this is what i call an evening
I believed in a higher being.
I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death
Tehn just forget about god, too busy being hot
Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock
I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being
Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything
With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick
I can still call you out without being too specific,
Either ur a masochist or love being packed with dicks
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong
It's been too long since my last love song,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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