Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams
The bitch is too fucking lousy, the fat bitch eats brownies
Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school
Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool
I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep
We all know what your about, so you keep ya bitch ass up on that seat
And when i flee, all the bees come after me
We got money to go get baby
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass
It's all a game, still your ass is up on the wall of shame,
My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name
Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons
Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,
While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill
All the fat bitches at the bar will probably grab the bill
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