Paroles de Toronto listening party track

(hook)
Where we were kinda thing
Betchya thought i'm alone (x3)

(verse 1)
Reck lee, i ain't paintball
Y'all be string like a broke guitar
And i still put it down like the family dog
Yeah. i murder some, i murder one
Explain it all, ferguson
We ain't gotta sing the same old love song
Cut a white girl with the same black gloves on
Yeah what you saying to it?
Old money look no money don't do it
Nigga coming round in they lane like a huey
And i'm only looking back if i'm looking at her booty
(at her boooty)
So ratchet now, they wanna smoke a niggas but they black & mild
So we opted out
Ok cool

(hook)

(verse 2)
Blue drink by the bouquet 'til i'm blue faced on a tuesday
(can i have some?)
Passed out, niggas be like
Put a plus eighteen on that e-vite
And i said what i felt, no re-write
Nah nah, they can't hold me
Shrooms a lot, drop something
I double dare you, i'm marc summers
I scortch women, i'm turnt up
Gut niggas, so curb balling
(?) got a crush on him
I gotta wait in line for that
Ain't nobody got time for that
Ain't nobody gotta ryhme with that
Too true like 2 chainz
Blue blood like wolf gang

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