No, no
Ultimatum
Say, whoa, yeah
I, I, I simply weasel white wine
My high, I sing quiet all the way home
Please sir, don't fight your boy on the payphone
La-la, I sip a bottle of vino
I gotta find my nine to four
To keep it going, da-da-da
I lean in for it
My body see ya
I wanna see ya
Oy, oy, oy, oy
Oh, you're fine like whoa
You lie non-stop though
Limelight so Narco
That's like all my fault
La-la, this my teacup, full
I just smoked a pile of that dro
Gangster food, deep fry my soul
First time right time, oh my God
This time wonderful on my own
Next time, gunnin' for no life form
Press time wonderful on iPhone
José can take your dime
I, I don't see white light though
I, I don't take the TyleNyquil
I don't find no satisfaction
Sound, sound, sound like
GoPro, no wildlife
I, I, I simply need no lifelines
Nine lives, I think I died on the way home
Please sir, don't fight your body on the payphone
La-la, I burn in flames like it's Waco
I modify my, my mind and chorus
I hide in forests
Ja, ja, ja
I ride a Taurus, my eye a Horrus
Can't buy divorce
La-la-la-la
Oh, you're fine like whoa
You lie non-stop though
Limelight so Narco
That's like all my fault
La-la, this my teacup, full
I just smoked a pile of that dro
Gangster food, deep fry my soul
First time right time, oh my God
This time wonderful on my own
Next time, gunnin' for no life form
Press time wonderful on iPhone
José can take your dime
I, I don't see white light though
I, I don't take the TyleNyquil
I, I don't see white light though
I, I don't take the TyleNyquil
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