Roast under a sauce of wine.
18 months? please, that ain't facing time
Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine
Two ties and a loss, this is my time to shine, confidence combined with fine wine.
They'll get the prize, a bottle of wine 'n' fine dining
You little niggas little league i'm the real thing
Flying fine ese, here's wine as dressing time divine
Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time
Until the end if time
She prefer the dutty wine
That don’t mean i’ma stunt her
Than drank that wine which is ex water,
She #drove me like a race won, i #run #over, with some red wine
Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine
Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time
Fine girls with fine asses sipping on some nice wine
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