Its like 200 pair 280 a fucking bottle Too many bitches talk and too little that fucking swallow Im mixing up a concoction, concentrate thatll solve it all Thatll slow all of this shit, shit like constipation, I been waiting So long, so long, to the headaches and the old lawns Greener grasses as if, glaucoma, prescription glasses Diplomas for skipping classes, learning math and macking hoes Its like Johnson, Johnson, made coke and they sold it to the average nose Cause Im dope and nobody knows Well your bitch and her body knows Cause shes moving it like a foreclosure Ill take a sip Life is what you make of it Put it in gear in a Bentley GT Continental, breakfast shit Cooking like a based god necklace Hova on the chain, chain Illuminati pictures in my brain, brain Bang, bang, bang Where the hells this from? I need another glass of this the last of this is gone And this shit in my system baby I wont pass a piss test lady If I share my wisdom would you share your prescription Or maybe Pour some in my cup and cut all of this bullshit out Everything is moving I hardly can see your mouth, whoa
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