Lyrics:
how you ouching me I don't gotta brag, I'm really that nigga Can't front cus she know wassup with me Like a feine, she can't get enough of me Love
Because this gun made me the beast And now I'm cloudy People shouting Telling me to stop the outing Kids are crouching Finger ouching So I want to get
to couch So much pain there's no more ouching I don't care bout who you vouching Cause my hand was never out when I would always hear you doubting Blueberry
Ouching my scalp with thinking deranged The sour escape from sweetness erased The thesis became be preaching and say some peaceful essays But I caint do it
ouch-ing and ow-ing Skirting off in a black stallion Took money and the medallion Stay dressed no thousand island Stay fresh no Lucious Lyon Look do it look
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