K I'm bout to blow a bag on something stupid
Stupid
Just so I can put it in the music
Music
Bout to fly your girl to Oklahoma
She in Munich
That's why all my bricks are cubic
That's why all y'all cubes are rubix
She blew a bag I paid for a little
So many trolls I'm acing these riddles
Christian girl just taking wood
Cause I burned a bridge just off of the dribble
Now she gotta wiggle and I gotta go
She a lil thicker I'm picking these rolls
Finish her quicker her ex out the picture
Her ass like the Clippers I give and I go
K I'm bout to blow a bag on something foolish something stupid
Something foolish something stupid
Look you ain't even know
Bout to blow a bag I load that pack I packed a Cuban
Mary Jane I turn the page and see what's brewing who you smoking for
She had it coming I gotta be going
I switch up the flow like I'm shifting a foreign
There's tattoos on bodies but that ain't important
My face is the first thing she see in the morning
I won't touch her titties unless she consent to me
Heavily petting aggressive intensity
How every time that I start good intentioned
I always wind up with the kitty eventually
I gotta the baddest girl in this century
Flower child dispensary
Two titties out in the airport
So therefore penitentiary
Might've bagged a couple moms
I got their sons in my mentions
I'm taking heat from every angle
Drivers start up your engines
We never f*ck with younger women
Who pay lesser attention
My sugar mama Guatemalan
Gotta lotta dimensions
And I don't know her intentions
Just know she cover expenses
And quick to come to defenses
And really trusts all her senses
Women always seem to lose me chapstick
Little cuter when in person catfish
All I do is run game give captions
Make your girl open up gymnastics
K I'm bout to blow a bag on something foolish something stupid
Something foolish something stupid
Look you ain't even know
Bout to blow a bag I load that pack I packed a Cuban
Mary Jane I turn the page and see what's brewing who you smoking for
But wait hold up
Maracas switch the flow up
Casablanca in '03 cause me and P
We bout to blow up
My girl say I need to grow up
I still leave her body tore up
Chucking deuces but the peace sign
Ain't the only thing she throw up
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K I'm bout to blow a bag on something stupid
Stupid
Just so I can put it in the music
Music
Bout to fly your girl to Oklahoma
She in Munich
That's why all my bricks are cubic
That's why all y'all cubes are rubix
She blew a bag I paid for a little
So many trolls I'm acing these riddles
Christian girl just taking wood
Cause I burned a bridge just off of the dribble
Now she gotta wiggle and I gotta go
She a lil thicker I'm picking these rolls
Finish her quicker her ex out the picture
Her ass like the Clippers I give and I go
K I'm bout to blow a bag on something foolish something stupid
Something foolish something stupid
Look you ain't even know
Bout to blow a bag I load that pack I packed a Cuban
Mary Jane I turn the page and see what's brewing who you smoking for
She had it coming I gotta be going
I switch up the flow like I'm shifting a foreign
There's tattoos on bodies but that ain't important
My face is the first thing she see in the morning
I won't touch her titties unless she consent to me
Heavily petting aggressive intensity
How every time that I start good intentioned
I always wind up with the kitty eventually
I gotta the baddest girl in this century
Flower child dispensary
Two titties out in the airport
So therefore penitentiary
Might've bagged a couple moms
I got their sons in my mentions
I'm taking heat from every angle
Drivers start up your engines
We never f*ck with younger women
Who pay lesser attention
My sugar mama Guatemalan
Gotta lotta dimensions
And I don't know her intentions
Just know she cover expenses
And quick to come to defenses
And really trusts all her senses
Women always seem to lose me chapstick
Little cuter when in person catfish
All I do is run game give captions
Make your girl open up gymnastics
K I'm bout to blow a bag on something foolish something stupid
Something foolish something stupid
Look you ain't even know
Bout to blow a bag I load that pack I packed a Cuban
Mary Jane I turn the page and see what's brewing who you smoking for
But wait hold up
Maracas switch the flow up
Casablanca in '03 cause me and P
We bout to blow up
My girl say I need to grow up
I still leave her body tore up
Chucking deuces but the peace sign
Ain't the only thing she throw up
Stupid
Just so I can put it in the music
Music
Bout to fly your girl to Oklahoma
She in Munich
That's why all my bricks are cubic
That's why all y'all cubes are rubix
She blew a bag I paid for a little
So many trolls I'm acing these riddles
Christian girl just taking wood
Cause I burned a bridge just off of the dribble
Now she gotta wiggle and I gotta go
She a lil thicker I'm picking these rolls
Finish her quicker her ex out the picture
Her ass like the Clippers I give and I go
K I'm bout to blow a bag on something foolish something stupid
Something foolish something stupid
Look you ain't even know
Bout to blow a bag I load that pack I packed a Cuban
Mary Jane I turn the page and see what's brewing who you smoking for
She had it coming I gotta be going
I switch up the flow like I'm shifting a foreign
There's tattoos on bodies but that ain't important
My face is the first thing she see in the morning
I won't touch her titties unless she consent to me
Heavily petting aggressive intensity
How every time that I start good intentioned
I always wind up with the kitty eventually
I gotta the baddest girl in this century
Flower child dispensary
Two titties out in the airport
So therefore penitentiary
Might've bagged a couple moms
I got their sons in my mentions
I'm taking heat from every angle
Drivers start up your engines
We never f*ck with younger women
Who pay lesser attention
My sugar mama Guatemalan
Gotta lotta dimensions
And I don't know her intentions
Just know she cover expenses
And quick to come to defenses
And really trusts all her senses
Women always seem to lose me chapstick
Little cuter when in person catfish
All I do is run game give captions
Make your girl open up gymnastics
K I'm bout to blow a bag on something foolish something stupid
Something foolish something stupid
Look you ain't even know
Bout to blow a bag I load that pack I packed a Cuban
Mary Jane I turn the page and see what's brewing who you smoking for
But wait hold up
Maracas switch the flow up
Casablanca in '03 cause me and P
We bout to blow up
My girl say I need to grow up
I still leave her body tore up
Chucking deuces but the peace sign
Ain't the only thing she throw up
Writer: Matthew Eckenrode
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