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Whoa Blue jeans, gold teeth, Air Force 1's on my feet Red belt, chained down all the way to my knees (whoa) Tommy shirt, chain smirk, long sleeve underneath, ayy Dun, dun, nuh-nuh-nuh It's Gravy, baby, through your ho' Uh, Gravy, bubble, gon' fuck on your lady Yeah, ayy, uh (it's Jason Rich, baby) All black AF1's, cake and rum My bitch born in '81 Y'all makin' fun? I'm makin' funds All y'all cap, I ain't fakin' none Gravy Train and lilbubblegum All aboard, bitch, buckle up Double cup, hot butter rum And your girlfriend call me sugar plum Blue jeans, gold teeth, Air Force 1's on my feet Red belt, chained down all the way to my knees Tommy shirt, chain smirk, long sleeve underneath Hair dyed, brown eyes, rockin' hoop earrings Black fit, striped shirt, lookin' clean Colbie Caillat, free bands, got Bubly in my lean (lean) I don't give a fuck, hoe, I ain't go to sleep Mister Sandman, get the bands, and stack and repeat If I say somethin', I mean it Bass up and I lean in With your main slut, and she caked up No makeup and she fiendin' Mighty Ducks, I'm cold as fuck Icy Boy, lil' polar plunge Slinging through like hockey pucks Snow cone and a- (Wocky Slush) Air Force 1's when I came through, steppin' Walk with a limp on the stairway to Heaven Birds gon' flock, throwin' bread in my section McFlurry wrist, they furious On curry shit like Stephen (woo!) My hoes got hoes and they be runnin' past My bros got bros and they got hella straps I know you know the kid, don't ever lack Slide through any city, my Samoans got my back Blue jeans, gold teeth, Air Force 1's on my feet Red belt, chained down all the way to my knees Tommy shirt, chain smirk, long sleeve underneath Hair dyed, brown eyes, rockin' hoop earrings Goth boy, e-boy, that's the style I mess with Skull ring, silver chain, and a lock necklace Doc Martens, chain sparklin', I'm tickin' off my checklist Bad tee, wrist clean, all the things I'm flexin' Want that dr-, want that drip? That some goth shit Only wear the chains 'cause, bitch, I look gothic I just want a goth, bitch, I don't want no talk, bitch I just want your love, bitch, is that shit enough, bitch? Ksubi jeans, pearly whites, Air Force 1's on my feet Rollie gold, day-day, pink phase for my queen Silk shirt, how I lurk, got your bitch underneath Hair luscious, chain bussin', solitaire earrings
Writer(s): Sebastian Schallenberg, Matthew Hauri, Nicholas Fulsher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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