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Krispy or Kreme, whip me a beam Double cup a couple blunts and sip me some wait… Krispy or Kreme, whip me a beam Double cup a couple blunts and sip me some lean Pockets on Shrek though, crazy big green Crazy big steam coming out that limousine I’m one with my chakras, my partners is mean I’ve got to intrigue the thots in my league Get the only motherfucker with like three chains on In a free range range with like three gay broads Who are all interested in a three way off Doing a bunch of drugs with a grade A star I am crazy hard and a lazy fart Kinda way, runaway Who say Jace ain’t hard? No, they can’t shake my squad All I pray is pussy niggas learn to play they part Okay the lights keep flicking, I’mma stand in the dark I need a cup of that brown shit and some weed from the heart So show me love lil nigga, I been fuckin’ with y’all Ghost whispers, she wan’ be my mistress But I ain’t got no time, no time, no time, no more I said I was on my Joe Pa My hands still numb from the winter Into the door where the mula Letras de cancionesYou niggas been holding out into the door where the shooter Ain’t nobody fucking moving Just want my words to touch like I’m reading in braille The little engine that could can’t get derailed If he tails talks Touch we meeting later for brunch To discuss how I’m losing my muchness, pretty much I’m done with you silly fucks, need work, you finna Phillipe Shit, he made Jiddy have to center his inner Ye See me, I’m king with a capital K And you niggas is all G’s with a capital gay And I’m gonna go scoop my girl the capital state We gon’ take it somewhere foreign, blunts bud Bjorn I’ll probably put a hole in the stage when we start touring Tearing up cos we toured up Nigga do the Roosevelt Drinking champagne make my stomach belt My girl so juicy it’s like Welch's Tell me you’re a virgin I’m so selfish And tell me how you fucked 2Pac with no Elvis Love lobster but hate shellfish High girl but you so celcius That’s why I met a thousand you’s and a thousand crews Probably fucked a thousand dudes Me and Venus, that’s a thousand 2 Blood walk on the moon and pay a thousand dues Thousand dollars to my name nigga, ouch Just coming from off the couch with a blunt in my mouth Stick my head out the door of the house Heard something ‘bout you running the south From Letras Mania