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Yeah, Roc Marci Bronzeman, Let's go It's the phemon gleam that made the demon squeam From the solar beams Your hopes fallin' short like a cherub wing Might seem salty when my wrist sparkle like gulf stream Wave flow, Asked her which one? She said all three Julie Kay clone on my ball team Watch it drain, I'm in range Drink the coliseum, Triple lutz Skating on this ice with a stick like Tonya hit me up You died, so two times I gotta live it up Back when we was grouped On that Pasadena stoop Lucid dreams on Jefferson Collecting tails, choppin on Aretha loops We gon' flip this music to a Tesla 2 I'm the illest nigga, bet she test the fruit Stuff a 2 ounce cone, Shaman with the roots Yellow Othello Lobotomy coupe My brother died I saw stars when he flew Oooooh! I spoke to you in heaven, now that's uploading The bullpup spit if it's goaded The pull-up man soul lifted the homie I shot a stray thru the front and got lowly You told me show up and drop the hot biscuit over old grease Zola frame, load and aim stars fallin' on me Change my words into paint it's like Marcelo Ghandis Told him to his urn I'ma spill you in the Palm Trees Palmin 2 queens, a calm breeze while downing kiwis My Haunted scenes, I splash light with the pen Hate to see you on that gurney, but you look fly with wings The Pine box wasn't designed for us kings So I spoke unto his ashes - let me represent him Nigga I'ma I get hologram for coachella I'ma catch a goat taxi-derm it for the hall entrance Promise I'ma ball extra Diamonds on Zienna's, fence electric Cremated Ashes stashed inside my necklace Neon tanks for the cichlids Heard him whisper you the sickest nigga It's the phemon gleam that made the demon squeam From the solar beams Your hopes fallin' short like a cherub wing Might seem salty when my wrist sparkle like gulf stream Wave flow, Asked her which one? She said all three Julie Kay clone on my ball team Watch it drain, I'm in range Drink the coliseum, Triple lutz Skating on this ice with a stick like Tonya hit me up You died, so two times I gotta live it up I said Bentayga or the Mulsanne? What you thinkin? I'ma get a island, with a island in the kitchen Bubba Kush is on my chimney linkin' - Vines! Plant some seeds germinate a Wrigley have that bitch stinkin'! You could smell it up to heaven's what I'm thinking In the Lincoln 4 Am blinkin' You could smell it up to heaven's what I'm thinking In the Lincoln 4 Am blinkin'
Writer(s): Rahkeim Meyer, Justin Cross Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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