Squeezy, tell them how to make it hit.
Cold smoke covers me and let me
I walk in the water as if I'm not in it
And the wind slows down the pulse
I let my guys go as if I'm a goose
Steel, gold, seeds
Eyes red, we pack the clothes
Dad, my friend, is * tired, take her
And can't without my dick, take her
Smoke gets into my head like a hook
The radio is playing a game with me
Big days, no, there's still a fruit
The length of the hair is like a yoga blouse
Little bird, rabbit, redwood
It will again swallow my dick
In the morning or in the hall on the floor
I smoke in the spring,
but I don't play in the sun
* these bitches,
they're all the time in the mouth
You won't get it, I'll quickly smoke,
two times, bitch
If you don't understand,
*,
*,
bitch,
you need to take
Your bitch is so flowing,
I walk in the water like Jesus
You hear everything from what I wrote today
Again wants to drag me in, but I won't let her
I don't have a SIM card,
Designed by Sam Marcello
The sound of gasoline is burning,
this is a new era
Your baby needs money to eat
I'm sorry, I'm doing here what you're not doing
I don't have a SIM card,
Designed by Sam Marcello
The sound of gasoline is burning,
this is a new era
Your baby needs money to eat I'm sorry,
I'm doing here what you're not doing