I done caught away
She bout to get slayed
She know I don’t play
I look like I get care
Hol’ up
I done caught away
She bout to get slayed
She know I don’t play
I look like I get care
Ain’t try to get in my possession
Am trying to keep the possession
I gotta pull it in
Soon as she take it she need me
I’m running to the set like a lime babble
, I’ll be on your b*tch I’m a mind
Tredder, hundred bottles in this session and everybody lit
Alto mars and lubritaste
Everybody rich
Who you des
She looking at me come, get your b*tch
And she leave out here with me and again she
Getting di*k. Hol’ up, I done caught away
DJ pulled up me like
All the talk bout miss like
Is glass in the
Sky is the red line
All the fog in the winter I’m a great wine
Juice stick burn Imma sip right
Imma light the candle lit right
Put your seatbelt on it’s a rich light
All rich no b*tch I’ll miss flies
Hundred bottles in this session and everybody lit
Alto mars and lubritaste, everybody rich
Who you des she looking at me
Come and get your b*tch
If she leave out here with me and again she getting di*k
Hol’ up, I done caught away
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