Sidney on the green, c~nt, it’s my turn to inhale
C~nt i’m fully cooked, f~ck pigs, free those c~nts from jail
Mohee hit me up, “sidney can we get on cones?”
Make my way to act so we can go get stoned
Stones throw sign me, c~nts be rewinding
Like “did you just say that?”, c~nt, i don’t need reminding
Pontius pilate, i don’t got no stylist
They all answer “sidney” when they ask who’s the flyest
Yeah, i’m the flyest dining in the most expensive dresses
Sidney phillips dressing like i just came down from heaven
They like “what you on about sidney, you on a drought”
They some weird c~nts, yeah c~nt without a doubt
All the hibiscus boys get together, what a sight c~nt
Sidney phillips be the illest dealer in bne
There’s not a single c~nt that compares, there isn’t any
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