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Uncle Junior
John Sparkz
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Jesus fucking Christ
Pupen, you're lit
I was down the shore, Tom Zimmer on Danny Nigerian's boat
Two shooters and his piece was under the seat, hahaha
Can you believe this guy?
(La música de Harry Fraud)
White Bronco gallop in the sun
Gallop in the sun, gallop in the sun
White Bronco gallop in the sun, haha
Yo, uh
Mr. Baccarav, Flushing, Queens I rep, yup
Puffin' on a pound of death
My horoscope said I need that new Corvette
Salamander green with some shoes on that, yeah
I'm the one ladies scream, ladies cry for
Hit the stand and they lie for 'em
Balenciaga purse hold the iron for 'em
Bust a motherfucker down with the same iron for 'em, lie for 'em
White Bronco gallop in the sun
Gallop in the sun, gallop in the sun
You ain't my caliber, I'll snatch your body out the Challenger
You'll be sleep for seven circles of the calendar
When you wake up, the shit done changed
Still stoned beyond belief in that pick-up Range
Drinkin' mad grapes, smokin' dumb hash
Roses in my bath, baby, all I do is laugh, ah
Make it hot, make it hot
Make it hot, make it hot
Ahh, ahh
There's something I wanna say to you
Let's take a trip today, hey
We'll definitely take a trip, baby
Capo, huh
I want to be a mobster just like Joe Pesci (Goodfellas)
I be rockin' red like Coke, but I be drinkin' Pepsi (Eastside)
Landed in Miami, got me thinkin' jet ski (Sak pase)
Southpaw the whip, the ring finger lefty (Skrrt, skrrt)
The way I ball, it got me thinkin' ESPY (Swish)
I already fucked once, I told her bring
A bestie (Bring your friend, baby)
And that's the only way we fuckin' twice (Facts)
Talk to me nice or don't talk to me fuckin' twice (You heard me that)
Chain too big to try to tuck the ice (You silly)
I'm screamin', "Call your betta"
While I clutch the dice (What's in it?)
My rules, you gotta stack 'em if they in a crack (Stack that)
We cut school to sell crack, yeah, we was into that (Aha)
We was young, we was dumb, tryna get a dollar (Factual)
See police and we would run, they tryna get a collar (Scarlett)
I can't front, my first trip out of town (Uh)
Was a hundred grams and it felt like a brick out of town (Word)
Fuck beef, we start squeezin' 'til the clip out of rounds
Mix the Henny with the semi, it's the drip off the brown, uh
There's something I wanna say to you
There's something I wanna say to you
There's something I wanna say to you
Let's take a trip today, hey