Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist
I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste
Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain
I’ll work my ass off, until i’ve got a face in the game/
"hello" beckons from my mouth but rarely shows/
They disregard me, i guess they all got egos
Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants
Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands
My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,
From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing
I'm on the stage, you in the stands
I literally almost shit my pants/
It's things to know about when you got dough and clout
Cause now i know i can smoke until my throat dries out,
That just shows my god is bigger
Jt: didn't get a gift for her
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