Going to east nexy year
A couple of sprites but no beer
Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold
The best to the least, west to the east, but he's the east coast,
Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill
Thats why u behind u still the right on the hill...
More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast
Couple white boys out repping for the east
Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still
Im the main one falling down the hill
I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
Who trill as me, roll two of tree
Ya'll wife and white knight her
At bunker hill hot summer,
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