Correction Paroles Acrtic tundra par Kitty

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808 Mafia
Haha, it's lit, preach it, haha
Gezin
I f**k the blunt up, haha
Yeah, I'm on marijuana (Marijuana)
My lean plug say he'll be here in a second (Pull up)
I'm getting high, I'm feelin' restless (I'm sad)
Feel like I'm finna die (R.I.P.)

f**k the blunt up, then f**k your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold, like a 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 blonde 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

I'm high as hell, mind everywhere
Still mind over matter
Pockets getting fatter, elevate like a ladder
.30 and that .40 make you percolate like a dancer
I'm colder than the North Pole, Blitzen and Prancer
She say she from the strip pole, she a dirty dancer
Her ex-n***a too low, she don't got no standards
He ain't right, me? I live a better life
Ran it up like Jerry Rice, I don't gotta say it twice
This is real life, your n***a is Fisher-Price
I can read minds, you was thinkin' 'bout how I'm that n***a, right?

Time, time will tell, I'm sad as hell
Being broke make me sadder
Ran all them bands up, uh, still frownin'
When my world upside down, I'm smilin'
Turn my frown upside down? I doubt it
Like, yeah, these are my tears, sing away my fears
Buzz Lightyears away from here, ayy
Catch me somewhere f**kin' a blunt up and f**kin' on your momma

I f**k the blunt up, then f**k your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold, like a 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 blonde 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

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