My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure
No i'll have that bitch wit some glitter then i'll tip her,
No i'll have that bitch wit some glitter then i'll tip her,
Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer
When i expose you like glitter and cakes
Ugh, walking on water and running on waves
No i'll have that bitch wit some glitter then i'll tip her,
He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother
I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,
But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born
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