So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth
My family's from the south, stayed at papa's house
I'd stay at grans house as my parents worked at the shop all week
See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat
Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin
Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one
Just hit my cousin up, he's stationed over in paris,
I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with
Of a convertible elopin' to get married
I'd stay at grans house as my parents worked at the shop all week
Yo we get the dank and bounce
Grow it in my red house
He was my cousin and he was there for me
And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see
It's so annoying when i cant talk to my love,
Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus
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