Ladies and gentlemen, we just landed in Geneva.

Yeah, that's in Switzerland.

We on the yacht. The young age just fed me French vanilla ice cream.

We all got our toes out too.

Call me, we'll get lost.

I'm un-traveled the globe, you keep the block high driver,

open the door for me my hair, her and find us.

We're playing hide and sick with the passports.

Where the fuck are we at on the pile of got a reminder this year. The luggage is piling I pile of got a remand this year

The luggage is piling I need it close to way

So many stinky sit in my wallet look like a folding chair

The cardi yes so light on my body thought I floated here with bolder heads

two jent olive I call me bolder that.

Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch, she gave me kissing dog.

I love when she let me rubber like Michelin

100 grand to sleep on the bird, the wings are whistling.

My name, listening. on the bird and wings of whistler like

Man, they ain't listening. We cross the line like immigrants and benefit from it.

Keep no stunting on these niggas, make them six to their stomach man.

You don't understand.

If you're so fresh that you can taste the sang yeah we getting lost or we know who we can by the by the by the by the by the sun sun

Suntin treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing. Yeah.

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