I done caught away
She bout to get slayed
She know I don’t play
I look like I get care
Hol’ up
I done caught away
She bout to get slayed
She know I don’t play
I look like I get care

Ain’t try to get in my possession
Am trying to keep the possession
I gotta pull it in
Soon as she take it she need me
I’m running to the set like a lime babble
, I’ll be on your bitch I’m a mind
Tredder, hundred bottles in this session and everybody lit
Alto mars and lubritaste

Everybody rich
Who you des
She looking at me come, get your bitch
And she leave out here with me and again she
Getting dick. Hol’ up, I done caught away
DJ pulled up me like
All the talk bout miss like

Is glass in the
Sky is the red line
All the fog in the winter I’m a great wine
Juice stick burn Imma sip right
Imma light the candle lit right
Put your seatbelt on it’s a rich light
All rich no bitch I’ll miss flies
Hundred bottles in this session and everybody lit

Alto mars and lubritaste, everybody rich
Who you des she looking at me
Come and get your bitch
If she leave out here with me and again she getting dick
Hol’ up, I done caught away
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