So while out here, at high class luncheons
They bringing me fish and chips
So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine
Sippin on that high class bottle of that fine red wine
She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day
Let the music speak when he's the dj
So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love
She was new to the school i think she moved from texas
This beat is a mahi tuna floating in some shark water
Talkin texas 100 im talking av summers are deafnetly warmer
Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine
It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen
(intro: dj double a)
The science and the art, africa
Indo queen from that dirty south texas browntown menace
Hell of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless
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