Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands
Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants
So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
Basically these basic bitches crop shirts til they're not covering
Know it good when she go no hands
I literally almost shit my pants/
Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing
My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,
As i light one for ill will
Attached like pants keepin casual
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes
Teacher asked you a question and you pissed your pants like swimmin in pools
She do it with no hands
To the same plant, and the same pants
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