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Prada Jeans, my valentine
Billie Jean, she down to slide
Really mean, teen bean all night
And I popped a bean but now I'm fine
I feel like KANKAN cause I'm on the way to hell
Ring the bell, call off at twelve
Popped a pill, now I'm feeling well, okay
Homixide, I puttem on
Now I wanna ride, so I hit the gas
Twin turbo boost my shit, I'm really boutta crash, okay
But I might be okay
Just give me space, I need all day
I need that room to breathe
This denim always new to me, I got Truey jeans
Like Louis V
I talk my shit like poo poo pee, I'm still a kid
No way he did what I think he did
What the fuck was that?
How could I fuck with that?
My shits precarious
Ain't that hilarious? I'm serious
I got a hood on my hood, mysterious
Delirious, that bitch delirious
She wanna get picked up for petty sex
Me and slip like Yeat and BNYX
Don't hit my phone, I do not answer texts bitch
Diamonds on my necklace
And I just pulled up on your homie
Scratch that pussy off my checklist
Real rockstar, never less bitch
Prada Jeans, my valentine
Billie Jean, she down to slide
Really mean, teen bean all night
And I popped a bean but now I'm fine
I feel like KANKAN cause I'm on the way to hell
Ring the bell, call off at 12
Popped a pill, now I'm feeling well, okay
Homixide, I puttem on
Now I wanna ride, so I hit the gas
Twin turbo boost my shit, I'm really boutta crash, okay
But I might be okay
Just give me space, I need all day
I need that room to breathe
This denim always new to me, I got Truey jeans, like
Prada jeans, my valentine
Billie Jean, she down to slide
Really mean, teen bean all night
And I popped a bean but now I'm fine
Homixide, I puttem on
Now I wanna ride, so I hit the gas
Twin turbo boost my shit, I'm really boutta crash, okay
Got Prada Jeans, my valentine
Got Billie Jean, she down to slide
That's really mean, teen bean all night
And I popped a bean but now I'm fine

Written by:
Brayden Calendar

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