Young thing said she never been to south beach
You make my toes curl like when the chalkboards screech
Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes
Yeah im still on feet and my toes.
Took my heart away from money
Like your raps are crusty.
That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit
Bend over touch your toes ,then drop with it
You feel it from your head to your toes
"listen to the track bitch!" echoes
Leave them like toes in sandals get, split,
We never tattle, let god handle that
Disconnect, reconnect, and stay on your toes
Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes
Vizions blankets are crusty and white because he masturbates to my profile picture,
Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer
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