Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets
At least not until my mom leaves
I'll be free till i decease to eat my lettuce leaves
Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams
If you wanna know what is the gay tea,
Of the vhs especially during sex baby
We have so much in common, starting at the feet
Notepad and green tea, that's all i need
Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves
Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems
Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby
Make it large sized and my drink a sweet tea
That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves
We all dream one day we kings and queens
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