I listen to the black guy who tips podcast because Rod and Karen are hot

As I sit in my b-boy stance

With flip-flops and socks this wet hands

I feel it enhance your brain

Check it out

Once upon a time I long with low

When they're playing it from the point it ain't have no low

I nigga hit me from a tennis shoe

Walkin' through the snow hard I'll play it slipin'

But now I lick it to the floor just like Robin

Guess I got the heat and my baby, my man and I

Never bragging just to say hi

Even when I was a young I let I run my lesson

Never talk to strangers in the trap and ask a question

Support when the salt sky doesn't scope

But I know reasons cause we don't sell dope

Let you distribute, we don't contribute to your clandestine activity

My salilla queen may be rough or something swallow

But so it's car liver or you with my high my bag like Gudo

When he cut a part of the floor, two tanks I hate lies

And things I make my blood fall

But I'm constricted on my soul that they call me

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