Girl back up and give a high five
I need a backyard full court size
I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line
The temp of your blood will rise, hotter than the summer time.
I find dimes like nine - five
Living in a gangsta’s paradise
Ill cut all five dicks of one direction, give'em an erection and hand'em to a random
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one
Something worth dying for
And five days later, maybe more
Oh, why do i live this way
Summer school? ya, ok.
At bunker hill hot summer,
I ain't did shit officer
I can't wait for summer, i might just so see a preacher, with all of them giving me anxiety
I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see
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