Hmm

Hmm

Whoa, whoa

Too cold, two cups

I've been leanin', stuff on

Had to be mad, I'm gone

Whoa, she ride on that d like she workin' that job on the pole

No records, call that lilttle bitch, say, I just want your soul

Or maybe I just want your feelings, I want you to know

Had to whip out the.45, I was just makin' it work

Whoa, whoa

Too cold, two cups

I've been leanin', stuff on

Had to be mad, I'm gone

Whoa, I'm not your brother, I fuck on your mother

I think you a clown

All of these hunnids, they stuck on my waist

You lil' bitch like a mole

I see zero, zero, zero, I'm adding the hoes (I'm adding these hundreds)

I can't feel you, gang, now gimme a ball

Whoa, too cold, two cups

I've been leanin', stuff on

Had to be mad, I'm gone

All for the best, all for the best, oh

All for the best, oh, all for the best, oh

All for the best, oh, all for the best, oh

All for the best, oh, all for the best, oh

Straight from Japan, your bitch from Morocco

All for the best, oh, I can't deny, no

Breaking my mane, love, I can't deny, no

I make it rain, no, I make it shine, oh

All for the best, all for the best, oh

All for the best, oh, all for the best, oh

All for the best, oh, all for the best, oh

All for the best, oh, all for the best, oh

All for the best, oh, all for the best, oh

All for the best, oh, all for the best, oh