you say where the bros at i'm trying to slide because ****** is this is my block i don't know why boozy got shot to the eye nah he went to the sky bobby i really wish he didn't die now he's got broke can't survive like where are my denim on heights

Couple of months I Japanese tonight to Whitstable to start with

Yo, but tell me why this thought on my body, she trying to harass me, boy in her bag, you cannot pass me, run to his block and I feel like an athlete, she said that's how I'm moving through flash, boy you all talk, me tell him shut up.

Where the bros at? I'm tryna bend. Like, who tryna go meet they friends? KT, G.O.O.D, Mad, Sam. Back then we got low on these mans. Oh shit, that hip shit, she tryna dance. Like, how many times did I send? Six, what? Oh, that's a fan. Back then we got low on these mans. Night, thought, both of the bends. Ran through fifth, now we up next. That ***** sellin' all of my dens. All my dens, I didn't have none of them fans. I don't know that part of the song for that shit.

This right here is art, but where is the turbulence?

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