let's get 'em
yeah
dezzie by my arm reach
palm beach
poland spring
gain green is the army
calmly walking to the courtroom
head high
thinkin' to myself
louis cover my red eyes
dear lord help me
jesus could be my savior
major
bitches say my cock got flavor
i got so much paper
i decide to fuck it up
drive a big wheel and my truck is cut
cop a 5th of creezly
sour
got the deezly
shouts my guy from '89
shouts to my baby-moms
shouts to my lawyers
employers
uncle mook from ofo
kept a nigga rowin'
help him flow the boat
help me roll the smoke
hit the dj
tell him play some max b
could do a couple million if ya ask me
actually
i'm intact with my faculty
max in back of me in the car seat
jog street
used to be whipped up
i remember them days like yesterday
with one bar
i can take ya breath away
two bars'll captivate
and hear the third bar
shit get crazy
and by the fourth bar
you'll be wavy
momma made me
i'm a baby
third youngest out the four of us
i remember the tour bus
all of us
georgia
shorties'll hop in florida
searchin' for a wave
now dammit look and we all stuck
more sluts continue to support me
never been to fort lee
i was out playing horsie
now i roll couragely
bossly
i ain't tryna sit in that cell
i rather be havin' orgies
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