Hey, run back and up in there, take the black plug
Woah, woah, woah, got me fucked up
Every day another style, like baby flat, that's a choice (Ha)
Duh, haha
Smoke make me float, like a butterfly, skrrt, like a beamer
She want to be mine, I told her "Got to be mine"
For pussy, won't miss a poncho, beat the thing like a condom
Maybe in Nirvana, we can maybe be somethin'
Just stay, not for long
I mean, I might got some love in the back (Baby)
But I only can rent it out (You see what I'm sayin'?)
Or a lease, at least, it's me
Ain't my mama fault the way I talk, I talk
I don't pop beams, brown in the coffee cup
I got my margin up and then I ran the margins up (I did)
I'm gettin' green on top of cheese, bitch, my parse' up (I did)
Lit the party up, told lil' baby to get some bottles
She look like she tryin' to skedaddle, swear my lil' baby don't panic
You pad my blunt back, canoe, you're fuckin' rude
Before I lose my cool, baby, lose your shoes
And keep it, the pad petroleum, that ass is true
I'm glued, gorilla, nothin' but phobia
On my back, might top it over
Break a landscape, a bag rake
Got me and my mans on a drag race, enjoy the holy hand
Like a butterfly, skrrt, like a beamer
She want to be mine, I told her "Got to be mine"
For pussy, won't miss a poncho, beat the thing like a condom
Maybe in Nirvana, we can maybe be somethin'
Just stay, stay, not for long
I mean, I might got some love in the back
But I only can rent it out (You see what I'm sayin'?)
Or a lease, at least, it's me
What if I told you? (Baby)
Was it the only?
You was the go-to (See)
You really want me
You know, y'all was thoughtful
Nigga was hungry
You was the go-to
You really
What if I told you? (Ooh, baby)
Was it the only?
You was the go-to (See)
You really want me (Then leave me)
You know, y'all was thoughtful (Sweet potato)
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