Watch me smack a ho, turn around and catapult off
In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because
Haven't slept for days
So i cum in her face
Fake mc's vomit. me and my niggas on the top floor in vegas drinking gin and
Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened
Isn't it ironic when i label 21st century songs vomit,
I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit
Choking on my own vomit like cinnamon
And stay focused on the women and you get less done
Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm
You prolly wouldnt see dis much ice in a hail storm.
I am a storm so do the math.
You after me, huh? i'm after cash
J. cole runnin' late
And ejaculate, it feels great
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