I go into the trap, it stinks of fuse and I leave it wide open
I roll a big green one, gotta show the beauty
The woman does everything
I smoke the (?) like we suffocate
The real bitches, they run away
It will always be those who say they've done everything
I have fans who would give me their wife
Under (?) with Stéphane
Ask big H, we put it back effortlessly to set it right
2022 had to take out the RS so she would comply
Count on b to get wasted and Sofer them
V my BRI 15 years Trapp only whores Jett
To manage the paper, be careful of those who ler-par
The hunger of a lookout boiling his loss only the departure

Don't smoke dirt, we knew to close round
Even before I was old enough to hit the road or go down
I make one more, it takes me very high
Kpr no, I don't want more than one G buried

At night, I can't dream anymore
I fall asleep under a lifelong filter
I wake up sideways and think about profitable business
In the trap, kid, I was into that
I start the second bottle, I'm wasted in the spa

At night, I can't dream anymore
I fall asleep under a lifelong filter
I wake up sideways and think about profitable business
In the trap, kid, I was into that
I start the second bottle, I'm wasted in the spa

I have a big joint, I have a (?) grape-colored
No stress in front of the club I have the (?)
We don't touch your rosé
I let her go down, it leaves (?) in her wake
We do this for the recipe
Otherwise, we're not interested
Watch your sisters before they come rubbing here
I didn't touch her, she has goosebumps on her shoulder
Of course I'm right, we're all hungry under Russian liquor

I hook up a whore, she has a recent Rolex
Then jacuzzi, she puts on a fluorescent bra
I don't want to set an example
Every day, it's more than one flash in the head
And we're ready for a descent

Play with us, you sign your death
I break one in the rest before dessert
No, it's not dessert syrup
We go into the works driving for hours

At night, I can't dream anymore
I fall asleep under a lifelong filter
I wake up sideways and think about profitable business
In the trap, kid, I was into that
I start the second bottle, I'm wasted in the spa

At night, I can't dream anymore
I fall asleep under a lifelong filter
I wake up sideways and think about profitable business
In the trap, kid, I was into that
I start the second bottle, I'm wasted in the spa

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