All-American

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LemNayde

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She said, she All-American God damn
What about the top of hand?
And now im so high im eye level with the ceiling fan
Say cheese, for the camera pointed at ya knees
Long leg like a daddy on a sunset
It's so windy you can feel that, breeze
Look me in my eyes
We can f*ck up everyones night
And the way shit goes, up here it's good ass life
It's a good ass life
It's good ass life
Baby turn around, let me talk about how I wanna get down
Let me me feel you out
Let me make this sound so good you wanna f*ck out loud
I could put you on, you could ride the team
Maybe make video, you makin' a scene
Like good god damn
Let me go slow like quick sand, let me talk it out
Lip lock like a family house
Poker on the face let me flush that out
I said poker on the face, let me flush that out like
What's up, take a pill
Let's f*ck shit up
And get drunk throw newly kidnapped in the trunk
Like good God I
Awe maybe i'm a little too high
And maybe we could cool it with the lines
Awe f*ck that snort it off a dime
With a hundred dollar bill I got time
With a hundred dollar bill I got time
She said, she All-American God damn
Like I want a white girl as a fan
Not really give me anything other than that
And baby ima fake it, cause you cant throw it back
For a minute 'till you get it, cause i'm runnin'the trap
Back to front, we fill the bus
The least of me, aint best of you
I got the brand new shoes, you know I skate them too
Because the way you look, it aint cuttin the rock
You got real down low, like bust ass sock
We been on this wave
It's a vibe where you complain
It's a vibe that you complain
It's a vibe where you complain

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