Lyrics:
weazen The Kings got ten yeezys, no creases High treason, fuckin with the beating One two three watch your mouth, now your fuckin bleating And I’m
the reason Having you weazen when I squeeze in All that heavy breathing You already know that the world is yours Anything you could possibly want is yours
things should change like seasons On the radio fake rappers sound like they're weazen I'm staying underground, I see no need to surface Studio bound
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