Then the temperature of jessie passed out on the couch
I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch
Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch
Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge
I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper
I'd rather you tell me to hit you later
After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch
Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch
For you while you are on the couch, trying to rate it
Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot
Pissing on girls like r-kelly, feeding them my jelly
And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see
I'll be pissing on your grave trying to enslave
And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face
On the couch with my homies, watching comedy central with a cold soda
Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a
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