Step on the scene, forget about it I put on racks, forget about it Why you hatin', why you hatin'? Oh, I'm fresh You must not feel how I feel, oh, I'm fresh I just popped open a seal, I'm on X Let's shout it, send that to Blue Flame, send me a text Future high demand, future high demand I don't walk on land, bitch, I don't ever walk on land I float off earth, always float off earth Diamonds goin' to Chris Breezy, oh She comin' through in a wee-wee hour Went to the Hawks game in a helicopter Said, I want me a white bitch, and I copped that Future high demand, future high demand I don't walk on land, bitch, I don't ever walk on land George, Jensen, you can't see me, no Do numbers like Boston, George on Vimeo I left that bitch cause she was sleazy, oh You can't be so ditty and gritty, no I hit some money and I got plenty more Stashed it in the wall, stashed it in the floor I did a grave and bought a tombstone for the money Stuffed a casket full of faces, got a tombstone for the money Bought a foreign and a spaceship, bought a tombstone for my money Why you hatin', why you hatin'? Oh, I'm fresh You must not feel how I feel, oh, I'm fresh I just popped open a seal, I'm on X Let's shout it, send that to Blue Flame, send me a text Future high demand, future high demand I don't walk on land, bitch, I don't ever walk on land I float off Earth, always float off Earth Diamonds goin' to Chris Breezy, oh She ain't runnin' out of flavor when the ice is hard My number one bitch, with me, it excite her Let my shake-up booty bitch come to the side for her That type of pussy, it's gon' make you want to wife her Read through a whole lot of numbers, yeah *** one of them pussies like Donald, yeah First got a limited trunk, yeah When it's throwin' over 200, yeah Turtlenecks all on my collar, yeah Love on a pretty bitch swallow, yeah I did it, I grabbed it, super-serratically Awesome knowledge, whoo, happily, rapidly Like killers on macrosheets, I do it immaculately I'm all up in the mouth like a Cali Cold as a polar, I keep it precise I go to space in the middle of the night I got a tower, that pipe in my hand now It could be a thread or a fan now I can't get caught with my hands down I can't be comin' my mans down I put some bodies up on the ground That's a few millions up on the ground Murder for money, that's man down Kill more than police across town Better not get caught with your hand down Better not get caught with your hand down Why you hatin', why you hatin'? Oh, I'm fresh You must not feel how I feel, oh, I'm fresh I just popped open a seal on both dicks Bless y'all the sin that the blue flame sent me a text Future high demand, future high demand I don't walk on land, bitch, I don't ever walk on land I float off Earth, I always float off Earth Diamonds doin' the crisp breezy, oh Souffle, souffle, souffle, souffle
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