Lyrics:
Fuck it
He mad
Touch it
I push back his hair line
Heard they been talking
Man, fuck it
Yeah, come touch it
I dare mine
Walkin n saucin
I'm all in
floozy (Push 'em, shove 'em)
All kinda crazys (Left for lover)
Hair line choosy
New York Jets, old Jock, wide in the city
Locker room lady, drive me
pushed to the side
Or pushed back like a hair line
Never rated, never was the guy
I remember asking who am I?
I remember nights when I cried
Each and every
somebody
Oh oh oh oh
He's got American muscle american hair
Crossing lines every night
That I wouldn't dare he's American hustle
American pride and I can't
on the outside lurking I'm in the tree line
With a red beam all on your hair line
Get bow
Til you realise
I hear 'em talk through the grapevine
She bounce on me
nights
Ready for the big fights
Hit me up make your knees go weak
Hop on my hotline
Talkin' bout my hair line
Guess it was a summer thing
Cute like
dangerously
Closest to the middle don't wanna diddle me
I put two in ya dome in your widows peak
Because when you hear (hair) lines, you ain't gotta see two
I'm shining
Kicks so drip designer
New diamonds don't know where they found em
But we grinding
Buzz so big like China
New hair cut new line up
Why
a headlock
Put his baby mom in a boat, just last night made the bedrock
Said I come put it at ya hair line (hair line)
Ak47 wit the tail out (tail out)
Get
brain in my spare time
Hand behind her neck jus like a hair line
She just wanna fuck cuz im a air sign
Wait for me to put it in the air
You can chief my
눈을 떼지 못할 style
그 안에 감춰진 body
무심한 듯 드러나
날 끌어당기는 손 가쁜
숨 말린 hair line
그중에서 eyes eyes eyes eyes
바라보기만 해도 알지
이건 like a ice ice ice ice
그대로 눈빛에 빠져 오늘 lady
underage pics and joke about suicide and self harming personal I think your ego is fucked up just like your hair line I don’t think your gonna fire back
find Waldo right before your hair line
I'm just only doing me, why you gotta be a bitch
Yeah, you right there, why you gotta be a bitch
I'm just trying
here all week
Roll up
Buttercup
Tickets spare
Step right up and see the man with no hair
Line up
Little pup
Come see the show
See how they go, and baby
lease
Dude wanna talk new school tell him go ahead
Drop head double r-Maybachs and corner sales
Swag got the ass, stack cash to the hair line
Fuck
the day that the big boy shine
Drop tops everywhere, with no hair line (wow)
Got the titties out today showin' off tan lines
Bands bendin' in my pocket,
Niggas be talking 'bout my hair line
I laugh about it, I be feelin' them
See, we both be making M's
They be making memes, I be making millions
I just
the matics
And banana for K's
We wig splitters we ain't aiming at legs
Head shots fuck up your hair
Line and damage your waves
Filling your fade have blood
the top off the whip, hair-line receding
High last night so I woke up this evening
Can't pimp me so don't you tip me
Rims on the car make it six feet
So
Out in BFE
cin't nobody no where close
So he rolls that JD Greene
Lightning bugs in the air, murky water in ya hair, clothes line, wind chimes,
on the moon, Mr. Smith is comin' soon
The angels feedin' me cereal with a silver spoon
My hair line is Craig Smith Airlines
A ride from Kansas City to LA is
lease
Dude wanna talk new school tell him go ahead
Drop head double r-Maybachs and corner sales
Swag got the ass, stack cash to the hair line
Fuck
the day that the big boy shine
Drop tops everywhere, with no hair line (wow)
Got the titties out today showin' off tan lines
Bands bendin' in my pocket,
When the wind blow like a land mine, balled up fist now
Who the fuck's this calling on the landline?
Back back like a hair line, I don't really want
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