I, i, i know i got carried away/ when i buried the faces of your friends
After a night of barcadi, booze, a party ruse with gentlemen pretends
Fire in the hand, supplier of the man
Shit i wonder if i can.
Hopin' that my niggas see
I thought that i would maybe
South beach fountain blue
I suppose i should tell you
I get my cake; i love hip hop
Boy i think i i hit the jackpot
From the back seat, back seat
I can't eat, i can't sleep
She should have invited her
I guess i aint a soldier
I put that shit on my man
I rap the best i can
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