Hahahaha
God of Music
We back
Ahahah
Yuh
And I treat her like sl#t
Yeah, she call me every day like wassup?! (Brrrrruup)
And I treat her like sl#t
Yeah, she call me every day like wassup?!
I don’t wanna talk right now
I’m steady in a rush
I don’t wanna f#ck you anymore
I’m just being honest
We got nothing in common
You 31 with two kids
And Ima young hornet
I ain’t gon be like P.J. Washington
I be on it
I’m the Goldman
I’m made of money deep pockets
And I’m dancing in the club yuh
Throwing all these ones yuh
Baby yeah wassup?!
And I be in the club yuh
Throwing all these ones yuh
Baby yеah wassup?!
And I be in the club yuh
Throwing all thesе ones yuh
Baby like wassup?!
And I be in the club yuh
Throwing all these ones yuh
Baby like wassup?!
Yuh aye
Yuh aye, what?!
And I treat her like sl#t
Yeah, she call me every day like wassup?!
And I treat her like sl#t
Yeah, she call me every day like wassup?!
Can we talk?
Can we chill?
Baby, can we f#ck?
Nah b#tch I’m steady smoking on a dub
You ain’t never cross my mind
Cross my eyes
Yeah you know I’m on
Woah, Ice
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