Уақыт: 02:17
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(Wake up, F1LTHY) Yeah We ain't even out in Turks, she finna take sand Ridin' 'round with F&N, we like to hold hands (Oogie Mane he killed it) But with two-sip thot, he ain't leave the bed Damn, they dipped a pint of TEC in a Code Red If I tell this bitch to pull up, she gon' moped it My dawg, he don't smoke on shit, unless it's unleaded I don't back and forth over no net, so just go on and dead it See me when you see me, if it's smoke, dawg, you're unleashy Thick Moroccan bitch, this my fav', I'ma go on and beat it Lookin' in the mirror, kiss my face, I'm too conceited Send a girl home, call another, dawg, I'm too slime She ain't wanna eat it on her first day, it's haram I don't fu*k with drugs, poppin' X for the first time That shit kicked in, like a two-time world champ Booted up, that shit hit up and down, like a skate-ramp She vapin' in my room, that shit lit up like a glow-lamp Who want smoke? Okay, cool, let's they whole camp Big shit popper, we the ones to get your shirt damp