Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea
Chillin' with homies and family
Tired of hearin' these voices in my head
Your friends say, why we not together yet
Bass drop, low end is a gut punch
Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch
Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes
A smell something fishy its nicola sturgeon urging debates
Can barely walk the city streets
You're a drag queen with european genes
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Finish line with the tire marks
You could say i'm friends with fred
I hear it in my head
As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european
You must have won every pageant in america when you was young
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