Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous
But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love
Come and walk a mile in my shoes.
'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose
Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth
Cause i will run home and grab my shoes
I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks
Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids
They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,
That they probably be in the closet of old folks
Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes
Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,
The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her
I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,
It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
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