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SLASHED TIRES
BBY GOYARD
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That Boy Jdolla go crazy
Slashed tires, key stains
Exotic pockets, smoking pee stain
She rolling off that nightmare strain
We ain't going to sleep
Off three different things, I'm stuck in the in-between
If you don't like it, you can leave
Crashed out, Laguna Beach
And I feel like the king of the sea
I know I shouldn't right?
Eat it up if it's seasoned right
FN firework, Fourth of July
Yeah, stop all that talkin', I know what it is
Walkin' around in an MTV crib
Deadface hit with a zombie tip
She shaking it, baby, don't tell me to get a grip
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That Boy Jdolla go crazy
Slashed tires, key stains
Exotic pockets, smoking pee stain
She rolling off that nightmare strain
We ain't going to sleep
Off three different things, I'm stuck in the in-between
If you don't likะต it, you can leave
Crashed out, Laguna Bะตach
I feel like the king of the sea
I know I shouldn't right?
Eat it up if it's seasoned right
FN firework, Fourth of July
Yeah, stop all that talkin', I know what it is
Walkin' around in an MTV crib
Deadface hit with a zombie tip
She shaking it, baby, don't tell me to get a grip
Don't tell me to get a grip
Left on the first, came back on the fifth
Mustang Italian, both of them fifth's
Pack-a-punched my life, that shit wasn't hitting right
Silver bullet, wait till midnight
I'm getting money till my next life
And spawn with it all in the next life
It's all so stale, look at the shelf-life
Bunch of NPC's living behind a desk lives
My bitch will do you like a stepford wife
Bet it hit close to home
Had to get my neck turned to a snow cone
Essential oils with all the essentials
Goyard bag with several utensils
Out of my body, I turn to a stencil
I know it feel crazy at first
I know it feel like the curse
Thinking more makes it hurt
Give a blink when it works
Slashed tires, key stains
Exotic pockets, smoking pee stain
She rolling off that nightmare strain
We ain't going to sleep
Off three different things, I'm stuck in the in-between
If you don't like it, you can leave
Crashed out, Laguna Beach
I feel like the king of the sea
I know I shouldn't right?
Eat it up if it's seasoned right
FN firework, Fourth of July
Yeah, stop all that talkin', I know what it is
Walkin' around in an MTV crib
Deadface hit with a zombie tip
She shaking it, baby, don't tell me to get a grip
Don't tell me to get a grip
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