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Ooh, ah ah Ooh, ah ah, ah ah Ooh, ah ah, ah ah Last-Dude on the track F**k the blunt up, then f**k your momma (uh-huh) My VVS cold, like an Arctic tundra That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems And you best proceed with some caution, yeah This song for the girl with the blond hair Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah Woah, woah woah, I'm high as hell, mind everywhere (yeah) Still mind over matter (yeah) Pockets getting fatter, еlevate like a laddеr (woah, woah) And I love it yeah Bae, it's 3AM, I'm tryna blow your back (blow your back) Toot that in the air, baby, and throw it back (throw it back) Hail Mary, throw that like a quarterback (quarterback) Hail Mary, throw that like a quarterback (quarterback) Woah, woah, woah, yeah! Woah, love the pill selection that you do with me (oh) Armani, Chanel, ain't nothin' new to me (yeah) (Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) Love the way you get on top, you're screwin' me (oh) Baby girl, I love the things you do to me (yeah) Let's make plans, draw outlines, take this chance of a lifetime Replacements, there ain't no one I go through the most, but you help me stay afloat F**k the blunt up, then f**k your momma (uh-huh) My VVS cold, like an Arctic tundra That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems (yeah) And you best proceed with some caution, yeah This song for the girl with the blond hair Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah She said that it's sad and (Oh, no) She think I got a habit (Oh no) Nowadays, the Perc out, it ain't lastin' I can't see you, I'm too focused on the cab- I'ma keep on makin' magic, as long as my drugs involved Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, I'm gone Some days high tides, some black skies Know you don't really love me, just my songs Demons leave my crib with bloody nose and black eyes Pop another one when I'm alone in my room Me and her can share the world and end up being selfish, uh Pretty as hell, feel her like braille, Cupid nailed it She my umbrella when the rainstorms hit F**k the blunt up, then f**k your momma (uh-huh) My VVS cold, like an Arctic tundra That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems (yeah) And you best proceed with some caution, yeah This song for the girl with the blond hair Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah Ooh, ah ah Ooh, ah ah, ah ah Ooh, ah ah, ah ah Ooh, ah ah, ah ah, mmm mmm
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