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Fortay
Fortay
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Matthew Ford
Matthew Ford
Songwriter

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Smokin weed and drinking up, shit im just hanging Hotel staff probably think a cunts slanging Drug weighing, pay trip up my allias Quick to make a flip, fuckin baggin up that Taylor Swift Ain't no player shit. I just fuck alot Pump the stuff alot, probably done it on your fuckin block Cop another drop, flip a move and shit it doesn't stop Bunch of thots, in and out this bitch, like the fuckin broth At the meriton, it fuckin never ends Stash spot on level 4, party up on level 10 Getting bent on hen in the spot lifted God's gift is What a cunts smokin This a scene mixing lean hittin green Shit between my knees keen zip the jeans the lick could be your dreams Create a fuckin wish, man I love the biz Random cunts and bitches ain't allowed Shut the door no one allowed it's goin down fuck em all Rollin kelly and the shwishers sweet, No business sweet We up in the penthouse, were the lifts are secret A missin P will we sleep, and we almost did the cleaners It's bittersweet how we keep hopin these suits on weekends Rollin kelly and the shwishers sweet, No business sweet We up in the penthouse, were the lifts are secret A missin P will we sleep, and we almost did the cleaners It's bittersweet how we keep hopin these suits on weekends I ain't hungry, deliveries not from dominos Ill stick this note in my nose then I'll yell jernonemo I got this bed alone cuzzi cause I ain't wanna hoe She's only up in these meritons when I give her snow I always make her use credits cards on the check in though Been getting go in the club off the cunts who tryna get her home Never giving it up, but she never tell em no We make and empty out our accounts and get me better clothes She knows the go these elevators her second home She's up and down like my mood swings after hella coke This penthouse still got no charge for my telephone I'm rachet just made a plastic bong with a metal cone We just came back from the stadium had the shellest show Chilli glow and I filled the sprinter with 20 hoes Forts cup cost more than most of your rents at home So many memories in meritons I'll never know Rollin kelly and the shwishers sweet, No business sweet We up in the penthouse, were the lifts are secret A missin P will we sleep, and we almost did the cleaners It's bittersweet how we keep hopin these suits on weekends Huskii brother please pass me this fucking J we lit I'm cuttin up the shunder regardless of whether the pay was split This ain't for prophit brother we last a day with it She's trippin of the chronic she's asking me what the strain it is We don't no English my girl we Saudi Arabian She wants to know the business and ask were have the payment is I'm bout my bitches, I'm the master of takin risks So I be round the riches, you don't know half of the pain I'm in It came from Mykanos, hit the crop, puff the cush I was playing games with some animals like the jungle book She Poppin this Valium because the shunder good The finger nail diggin my backs because I fucked her good She come in the shower and then I rock her world Fuck her for an hour the water flooded the consierge Give the spliff and the swisher inside my thotys pers Spendin all my dollars and tryna fuck all the lobby girls Told her friends come on bender cause the herb is Ill It's California we ordered from the terminal I keep the dooby consume them cause the girls are chill Tryna get my number cause bud that I got is purple still My green P in a safe and you on your learner's still Talakai of his face and he popped a dirty pill Wombat be all in the back and he got the verbal skill Meriton
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