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Lookin down from outer space
And all I see is haters
A couple palms in Florida
A strip of lights in Vegas
Some buildings in New York
That almost touch the sky and scrape it
I tried to look for Canada but all i saw was
Bumboclat Jamaica
Bumboclat Jamaica
Is probably how i'll say it when i up and meet my maker
They said id never make it
My Onlyfans are naked
I pray this music make you move your feet
like Kevin Bacon
I feel like Liam Nisam
'Cause they all wanna be taken
Im just being honest
I don't think many can take it
Ain't no broken bones
but you know
That Im gonna tape it
Ain't no broken bones
but you know
That Im gonna tape it
Like ahh
I wanna vibe
Just to get close i would tell u a lie
Im trying to love you
And touch then fuck you
And make u see life like the 4th of July
I wanna vibe
I wanna vibe
Just to get close i would tell you a lie
Im trying to love you
And fuck you
And make you see fireworks like its the 4th of July
Fill my mouth with pussy not words please
Plus its more therapeutic than my therapies
I got her
Cheering for me like Hercules
Hercules
Hercules
Lookin down from outer space
And all I see is haters
A couple palms in Florida
A strip of lights in Vegas
Some buildings in New York
That almost touch the sky and scrape it
I tried to look for Canada but all i saw was
60 seconds of attentions my intention
How could i steer clear of your pheromone reception
Light skin
Almost white skinned
I got it bad like usher i do light spins
Im ice bin
Im cooler than my cubes
I could buy a frank mueler from my views
I refuse to not know about my muse
In them red bottomed Choo's
Get it boo
Get it boo
You the best thing going
Singing to you like a poet
On my campaign champagne
Back in the day i was mackin' away
To the maximum
I had like 12 hoes
Back when I only had Timberland boots
And bout half of the bitches had shell toes
That was before I had Kendrick or Tiam or even Chief Keef to collab with
Shit all that i had was a gun and a bag of some schwag that I go hit the lab with
Lookin down from outer space
And all I see is haters
A couple palms in Florida
A strip of lights in Vegas
Some buildings in New York
That almost touch the sky and scrape it
I tried to look for Canada but all i saw was
Bumboclat Jamaica
Bumboclat Jamaica
Is probably how i'll say it when i up and meet my maker
They said id never make it
My OnlyFans are naked
I pray this music make you move your feet
like Kevin Bacon



Авторы: Carlos Restrepo Copyright: Self Published Through Distrokid



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