Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though
On the road were the street glowed with the people of rodeo
See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas
Spb dont fuck around with no 8 balls we selling keys
2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes
Everything i wanted never seem so close
You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image
Why the fuck it so cold, fuck it i dont wanna budge
You say my love was gonna work from a upper
Street walking all you jock straps on the cock with hunger
I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots
While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops
Well i dont give a fuck which bitch you flick bics with
Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses
Fuckin' up my gold pots
We dont fuck with no cops,
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