Bang, bang, bang
Have you ever had a dream so real?
That you felt the life you left was fake And everything that you've been
I swiped.
I swear I'd do this for my table I swear I'd do this for my table
For Wednesday,
I have a lover to go to.
Is she all right?
Is she bound?
I don't know.
But I give her to the whole damn party.
We turn up, don't tone down.
Shit, they know.
When me boys rockin' trolls in the rocks.
I take off.
Got a whole lot of bands in my pants.
I suggest you take a man before I pop.
In the club, bring the box.
In the car, getting tired from my mom Everybody turn
Motorcycles.
You get your all out.
No motorcycles.
Got up for bitch, call me Scott.
Call me Scott.
In the car,
And the car can't talk from my mouth.
Everybody talk.
molly sacks get your all out no more sacks got him for bitch call me scott
Bye.
Bye.
Bye.
I could check you where you never been Girl, you lookin' like you ever said
I could show you hell a bitch Like a dream that would never end
I said my niggas up next now Every nigga in my set wild
Don't make me lay your ex down I'm wildin' with the Trey Pound
Tell him step is game, ma.
Catch me in a rain straw.
They don't really make much.
Wonder if they change.
I know just what you need.
Money ain't everything.
These robins on my jeans.
Baby, I'm
I've never had a dream so real.
That you felt the life you let out was fake And everything that you're holding
I swear I know this is for my team.
I swiped on his four-part tail.
On Wednesday, 17th of the 8th.
Yeah, man.
