Ceas - i cant find my wallet (Hang Low)

Ion even like to listen to music, shit is boring
Every time I listen, make me wanna get in the booth and get so dummy
Hoes they love, tennis on me
Enemies in ditches slumpin'
I hit they block and leave them dancing you would think that they were crumpin'
I'm in London eating the finest crumpets, yeah I'm up to something
Bad lil vibe, she from 'round the hood think she be
F-f-fucken round
She is for the gang mane
Can't be f-f-fucken round with me cuz my chains hang low
Hang low (Hang low)
Hang low (Hang low)
Hang low (Hang low)
Hang low (Hang low)
Hang low (Hang low)
Hang low (Hang low)
Keep it going
(...Hello?)
Who are you
You are just a goofy goober
Tell your shordie I said hi, last time I saw her
She was shaking ass like hula hoppers
On my dick, I'm not Stephen Curry bitch but I'm a shooter
Hot like curry, I'm a villain
Diamonds blue feel like Sly Cooper
Uh, Yeah I got ruggahs
Pull up to your bitch pad
Know these dudes have been mad
They used up like Maxipad
Making hits, cooking in a lab
I sent your bitch back in a cab
I gave her good tip no tab
I gave her good tip no tab
Like she work for Hooters
She gave me good service and even let me touch her Hooters, I met her mom she was a
Cougar
I touched her
Cooter
Fucked that bitch in the back of the Uber
Pussy bald like she Lex Luthor
That shit still smelt like a sewer

Written by:
Julian Flores

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