Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap
The young white boy with weed in his backpack
Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes
Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love
All the while you're washing up on the shores of my clarity
She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally
I'm not your average girl so i don't do dishes,
Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness
Washing dishes and polar bear splitting
Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting
You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown
Veterinary.. the way im putting kittens down
Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.
It wasn't always a hit and run relationship
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