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Produced by T.R@bb for KillOff Records
lyrics
Word to Bruno mars never trust no chick that kiss with her eyes open.
Or one that only say Jesus name when her thighs open.
Ima spirit. I spit and the skies open.
I use to toke and glow off that green like the flying Dutchman.
They thought I was cool but I wasn't. I'm crazy as the homeless man with the foil koofy and the fur in the summer. Rubbing, a bald cats head. Isn't that something?
I'm cool on my side so don't fret when I burn bridges
I'm dope man I know coke man I'm todd bridges,
she run her mouth. It won't close like the screen door at grandma house.
Damn you look thirsty.
Can i get you some water
Can I get you some water
Can I get you some water
Yo Lips mad dry on the surface.
you thirsty
My twitter dms sound like the party line. I be spitting old game it's atari time. I got that spark like a microwave with foil in it. Broads play the head like everyday is valentines,
Every chick that knew a nigga.
Like really knew nigga ,
proly wanna screw a nigga,
or she screwed a nigga.
And you gay, you prolly pursuing niggas. Copping at forever 21 I don't know my nigga. Mad over dressing.
Maybe I'm tripping, like yall Tumblr stalking, just trying fit in.
I still wear pro club, they say that's all you wearing bro?
Yea nigga what we going to a fashion show?
So lesson the deal, i be keeping kosher, never a gucci belt,
I'll remain myself.
And Damn you look thirsty.
Can i get you some water
Can I get you some water
Can I get you some water
Yo Lips mad dry on the surface.
you thirsty,