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Teeth deep in disbelief
A bunch of people peep the pose
We got pro's, we got cons on the road
On patrol, We leave heater bombs on they toes
Welcome to the village where my river runs Nia Long
High ceilings, bong ripping, white feelings
Technicians, hype dealings
I cracked my window seal in
She cracked that wishing pill in
I swear this shit feel like Jesse Jackson with a pipe
Or Lisa on a hike mixed with Rosa on a bike
Until they pull me over, flying saucers of blue lights
We got offers, we got offers, man
Please step off the ice
I swear a giant cup of Shut The Fuck Up do you right
You might even go live it, you know, nigga, your life
That's what I told the critic when he asked me 'bout specifics
Zulu lifted, you ain't gifted
My KeKe Palmer hold the karma in her hands sifted
Well, what do you know? A couple of more incredible hoes
Address 'em as such 'cause they don't know much
I tried to put them on but they don't know hush
These queens, they just know blush
Supreme 'til I stick my solar system in the middle of they little
I-don't-think-you-hear-me really soggy dreams
Now we up all night like some coffee fiends
I swear the time's always right unless I'm counting things
But see I'm from a place where they got poplar trees
Gumming in those taller things so you have to follow me

Uh, and everywhere we go
We find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles
And everywhere we go
We find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles
And everywhere we go
I bet we find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles
And everywhere we go
We still finding new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles

Uh, pleasure myself to images of wealth
Ain't it funny how a hundred look like sex?
My dick in two vaginas, hundred dollars worth of mess
Slick and slimy, get behind me while I get beside myself
I promise the pressure is enormous
So much so that niggas forget what the point is until the barrel's
Pointed like it was at me and moms on that Thomasville morning
Rest in peace Richard Lee, I cried when they played that organ
But, anyway, this for my pops in that Vote Lee Wise T-shirt
Chillin' on the couch
Shake his head at the news and tell me what life's about
Now it's liquor in his juice, the knowledge keep coming out
Probably 'cause he done seen the shit that I'm worried 'bout
Probably 'cause he done dreamed the shit that I'm dreaming now
So, you fuck niggas, keep my name out your mouth
And make room for my dick when the beat drop
Uh-huh

And everywhere we go
We find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles
And everywhere we go
We find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles
And everywhere we go
I bet we find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles
And everywhere we go
We still finding new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles

So bring it back, baby
Throw it back, throw it back
Bring it back, bring it back
Throw it back, baby
Bring it back, bring it back
Throw it back, bring it back
Throw it back, while I eat it from the back, baby
Now bring it back, baby
Bring it back, throw it back
Throw it back, bring it back
Bring it back, baby
Now bring it back, throw it back
Bring it back, throw it back
Throw it back, while I eat it from the back, baby

Yeah, dude, this one, this one
In, like in the middle of it
There are two hundred holes lasered through
So like it, it diffuses
It's called a Honeycomb diffuser
And it's like the most intense percolator ever
And we got a rail- (oh, yeah, this is one, like, look, right here)
(Wow, look at that) dude, no, trust me
Just, if we had ice in there, you could literally destroy it
But just crush this hit, when this, when this fills up
Milk white, pull it, but like milk as fuck
Yeah, you got that, you got it in the system
Yo, look, keep hitting it until that's just milky as fuck
Oh, yeah, pull that, you're gonna be feeling good
Oh, keep it (oh)
Drink it, oh, my God, fuck, yeah, dude

Written by:
Eian Undrai Parker, Justin Matthew Bryant, Olu O. Fann

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