Past noon having flash backs of last June I ash fumes of the Diesel this ain't gas fool Low key yet and still ya ho know me Flow sweet why would I trick when I got mo treats When you winning hoes pick and choose like cash prizes You wanna know if she's efficient check her gas mileage And now days I'm one deep cause niggas be wildin' I set my own damn trends like I don't need a stylist As we proceed da blow trees by the Oz's I'm bout my bags like niggas ain't gettin' no sleep Bumpin' Rick Ross I see a bunch of missed calls Oh it's just my old bitches leave 'em pissed off
Lil Goddess say she tryna blaze so where them trees at Don't even trip I got it girl just let your seat back As we proceed to chief leaves from the weed sack And girl you like a fiend for da D I know you need that
[Outro: Hipster Girl]
I think I'm really high
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This song is actually original, unique, and catchy once you catch the metaphors.
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