Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Indy to the cuh you know we don't save shit for later
With 500 characters i can take you higher than if you smoked an eighth
Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes
J. cole runnin' late
500 miles push on the disc brake
But i got 500 friends mom i really do
Want to let you know i love you
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