Oh!
Oh, I think I win a lotto.
Can you believe me brother?
Can you believe me brother?
Like for real man.
Blyat!
Three stripes on my body, make my swag real tight.
And people ask me, how do you sound like narcotics?
Cause it puts my mind straight in the tropics While I'm in the ghetto eating soulful my chopsticks
Oh, I think I win a lot of... Oh my God, can you believe me, brother?
I do success.
Ooh, that's better.
A track through the bees.
They want to strip off love.
Oh, my God.
Fuckin' with the robber with my lady, no problem.
She's a little robber.
She...
She don't see me model.
Oh, I think I win a lot of.
Can you believe me, brother?
The man I take down, cut from the bottom.
All I do is sin, but God gave me haloha.
What you do and think we play?
Everything I do is just made.
Amazing!
Amazing!
Daddy, motherfucker, but I look so clean.
A hustler's spirit, those paid by my dreams.
Take a look at those goals, I want you to see what I see.
Call me Lumberjack, cause I smoke threes.
They say I'm really good in the things I do.
I don't make myself.
I don't think like you.
I don't dress like you.
I smell like me.
No, it's perfume.
No boys like me.
No boys like me.
Oh, I think I win a lot of... Can you believe me, brother?
Oh, I think I win a little.
Can you believe me, brother?
