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I don't ever wanna do what you do Got a bunch of gluten in your doodoo I be in the shed making heat, heat You be YouTube 480P All your bullshit I'm beyond that On the back porch adirondack Bet you didn't know that my mom rapped Hit me with a text "You the bomb, Ash" I'm like... My girl brings me flowers on the weekend Making sure I can still smell them My girl brings me flowers on the weekend Making sure I can still smell them Gimme that I'm framing photos from Mexico sitting in my living room Be looking pretty from the interior decorating My lady be slaying, I ain't playing I'm playing like only Mozart on vinyl when I wake up No pay cuts, only getting raises and bonuses Palladiums, roses and only that potent shit I'm growing and going in My flow is some stoic-ness A poet that coexists with the holiest [occurances?] Coincidences, gritters will finish Letras de cancionesMake sure I finish my sentences Dementia is no friend of the penmanship I thank all my friends, ain't never forgetting my friendliness No reason to censor it I love the smell in September, it's kinda like... My girl brings me flowers on the weekend Making sure I can still smell them My girl brings me flowers on the weekend Making sure I can still smell them Gimme that My girl brings me flowers on the weekend Making sure I can still smell them My girl brings me flowers on the weekend Making sure I can still smell them Gimme that From Letras Mania