Im washin off another plate
Guess what they got a choice to make
If i die before i wake
Yeah this new town cannot make
Stored in his mind to make,
What you call hate
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
At an extremly alarming rate
Or maybe the right choice you'd make
You gotta make a speech
First class hoes, we on south beach
Make the crowd go wild and make em panic
And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick
But money never lasts, in fact it's only last
I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash
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