Ka-cha!
Oh.
Pull up in a party, with my chaji, no paparazzi, I'm with my army, like Kamikaze, I'm Mayadi, come on, here's Thule, she thinks I'm Ali.
Up front like Vardy.
Shoot at the cloud.
Hide your barbie.
Bad man don't suck panani.
Man suck them breasts and make a honey.
Need to hit that one more time.
Old thing but the pom-poms mine.
I'm with Ray now, she thinks I'm nine.
That's my killy, bro, my slime.
Spin the block, yo, check that right.
Stretch my arm and let one fly.
But my thing, we boy don't hide.
Copper-legged, clip-filled with band.
Killy with a milly get busy.
She want get friggy, but I'm willy get giddy.
Roll bad man can't take me for billy.
You see me killy, killy, killy, can't help baby.
For the culture, I like chicken lippy.
You might dance like she do so, my grandlina.
She won't get free, do you see what he said?
Rush your way too little.
And let me keep it real.
Tell me who else went flat off drool.
Love a brownie, lights easily milled.
Taking my shot, go straight for the kill.
Unless it makes sense, can't say no deal.
Don't get your head back peeled.
Pray the ting was still.
Pull up on me and you might get drooled.
I never worked in retail.
Got like a hundred bookings in my email.
Mary Stitcher, she love the detail.
Run them down and I love their females.
Gassed up like petrol.
Robot man from the ghetto.
Hear the sound of that echo.
Bullet blow out your marrow.
R-U-S-S, North Giles, Pom Pom's the best.
1010XXLM, Yang Yang Man, Creep and Crane.
Make your car dash like Shan War ready like Taliban In the field like Afghanistan It all wicked like Jackie Chan
Fuse, the engineer.
