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Teeth deep in disbelief

A bunch of people peep the pose

We got prose

We got cons on the road

On patrol, We leave heater bombs on they toes

Welcome to the village where my river runs Nia Long

High ceilings, bong ripping, white feeling

Technicians, hype dealings

I cracked my window seal in

She cracked that wishing pill in

I swear this shit feel like Jesse Jackson with a pipe

Or Lisa on a hike mixed with Rosa on a bike

Until they pull me over, flying saucers of blue lights

We got offers, we got offers, man

Please step off the ice

I swear a giant cup of Shut The Fuck Up do you right

You might even go live it, you know nigga your life

That's what I told the critic when he asked me bout specifics

Zulu lifted, you ain't gifted

My KeKe Palmer hold the karma in her hands sifted

Well what do you know? A couple of more incredible hoes

Address them as such cause they don't know much

I tried to put them on but they don't know hush

These queens, they just know blush

Supreme 'til I stick my solar system in the middle of they little I-don't-think-you-hear-me really soggy dreams

Now we up all night like some coffee fiends

I swear the time's always right unless I'm counting things

But see I'm from a place where they got poplar trees, gumming in those taller things so you have to follow me

And everywhere we go, we find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles

And everywhere we go, we find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles

And everywhere we go, I bet we find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles

And everywhere we go, we still finding new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles

Pleasure myself to images of wealth

Ain't it funny how a 100 look like sex?

My dick in two vaginas, 100 dollars worth of mess

Slick and slimy, get behind me while I get beside myself

I promise the pressure is enormous

So much so that niggas forget what the point is until the barrels pointed like it was at me and moms on that Thomasville morning

Rest in peace Richard Lee, I cried when they played that organ

But, anyway-this for my pops in that Vote Lee Wise T-shirt, chillin' on the couch

Shake his head at the news and tell me what life's about

Now it's liquor in his juice, the knowledge keep coming out

Probably cause he done seen the shit that I'm worried bout

Probably cause he done dreamed the shit that I'm dreaming now

So you fuck niggas, keep my name out your mouth

And make room for my dick when the beat drop

And everywhere we go, we find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles

And everywhere we go, we find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles

And everywhere we go, I bet we find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles

And everywhere we go, we still finding new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles

Now bring it back baby, throw it back, throw it back, bring it back while I eat it from the back baby