That gal want me ride har
And could i be a star
Claiming ourself more now fit wars
They left the keys to the brand new porsche
How much wood could a wood chuck chuck
Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck
Young money, d-town's all star
That gyal want mi ride har
Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood
And hide like a beast under the wood
That if they wanted a guy with good wood
I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good
Zealous pilgrims are gone, now it's competitive wars,
It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors
Zealous pilgrims are gone, now it's competitive wars,
Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce
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