So i give your ass props if you made through this far,
And my level is off, got a bigger cigar
I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train
So play away but stay awake, my crews change the game,
All up under the covers day
So much talent got taken away
Rub my back, then let me lay
It only looks so far away
We buy cars, y’all flip whips
So far above a storm begins.
I make forty-some dollars a day
But now your livin far away
Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean
The bitches is everything in between
Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"
She likes the way it hits her lips
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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