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Hi, time a hitta look fly Not a drive-by slip n slide in the ride Got one, two, three, four, five Bitches down to die for a sweetie in the sky No, well I'm feeling like the man Catch me off a xan when I'm rolling with a ten I got, gold teeth that depends Lens full of wins I'm like where do I begin Go bozo baby in the four door Roof top fall off, no gang solo Call me Han Solo fucking on a bad hoe Fuck another sad story I can be the asshole Hey, do this shit every day Long John silver roll it up throw away Yo yay, now I feel like Lil tay Counting up bands while my mama make plays Oh no, used to cook on the stove Nah not really unlеss you count provolone Upmost, like Casper I'm ghost All whitе sheets when I break a backbone It's bullshit, tell me I'm the asshole Tell me I'm a fuckboy write another sad song Tell me you got no heart Tell me I'm a natural Tell me not to restart hanging by a lasso From Letras Mania