I ain't gonna lie, you got noodles on the top of your head But like, where the booze at? I'm tryna bet Like, who's tryna go meet they friend? Gagey, Gunn, Matt, Sam I'm not putting the bull through my hands Oh, she with that hipster, she tryna dance Like, how many times did I say? Six, what? Well, that's a fair God does put the law in his mans Maddie, Paul, both of them bad We ran through FIF, your bitch threw lice And then it, said it, that's just that Tell ya, bro, I been feeding again

OK he said having a pick up for it but no heat to the pic you should have the one they just like it like right there next to it downloads bottom corner cause I was like damn that's a good big O no that's a screenshot shit I'm going to bring ice

You're pretty cute

Is that Melly or him?

I'm not gonna lie, cut those jazz off. Trust. Trust bro. Matter of fact, go bald.

Okay, get it I guess.