Yes im talking bout the plants
I got a green bag with them blue strands
Spent the rest of the afternoon drinking blowing trees
Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories
That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees
Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,
Cause i can't believe i lost my virginity to you
I poison hearts and minds of those temptation slowly creeps into
Sprouted all these money trees
Not likely like stay long please
That reminds me of the bodies from them poplar trees,
See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas
It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,
Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
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