Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six
But let something i don't like slip past your lips
Got my foot on the gas
Thick lips and a sick class
"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,
Ain't like my job or guys i employ
Body so sexy, she could never let me down
I heard ya lost do you know your way around
Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls
Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love
So i could shine like other kinds with my lips
Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks
Go back to your toys, y'all ain't sexy.
And you are you too, but bitch i'm three
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