Flame on,
Johnny.
It's getting hot up in here.
Baby, you need to take off
all your clothes.
It's getting hot up in here.
Flame up
Johnny.
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I used to do dumb shit, so
OGs would give me coins
Back in the days of finger
waves and grimy joints
Young nigga,
stupid doodoo dumb nigga
False
ID to the police, always on the run
nigga
In and out of jail like a fuckin' alcoholic
I was doin' my thug thing,
or whatever wanna call it
Now I'm off the toilet,
shittin' on everything
Niggas can't spoil it, I'm hittin' my
Mary
I'm a stag bat,
I'm strapped with a fat gat
Ready to clap clap,
any function I'm at that
Security don't search me cause I'm
VIP
Now my
S -T -R -A -P -E everywhere
I be
H -E -I -D
H -E -I -D
H -E -A -D
H -E -A -D
Baby boo got the soup cooler
So do pornographic maneuvers
Super duper hair doctor
Dame got degrees to prove it
I never had to beg
Sometimes she flash shit
down my pants
And straight slide me down in public
Like it's nothing
Don't have to be alone
For her to get me domed
Chassis blew me in the movies
Third seat, row
I got a fetish
Barats will give atomic bomb headers
And if I fuck with your breeze,
believe that
she did it
So peace to the hoes down with fellatio
Middle finger for the weak
tramps who don't swallow
But this freak I'm working with,
she treat my cum like it's gold
And every time I explode,
the chick slurping the load
Woah, blow on
Breezy
Don't stop, on
Breezy
Don't quit, for sure
You just don't stop
Don't quit, knew you was a soft jaw
Head of the century, I mean,
ostrich neck
She's like a jizzing magician
Don't stop, don't quit
Blow on
Breezy
Go head, you just lit
Blow on
Breezy
Don't stop, yeah.
Don't quit. I was considering
first class tickets to
Boston, but instead we going to
Jamaica on the red -eye.
Thank for