You'll feel like the old one
Fifty comings
Welcome to boston
I'm in the party with barbies
And triller the kickback
Mad on the mat and the t buff
Man just run from my triggers
How they talk about singers
They ain't got singers they ain't be cool
Dingo my little jigger
Riding loose with the trill
Man you get done with the ding
Welcome to brisson
I'm in the party with barbies
And triller the kick back
Mad on it mad on the team off
Man just run for my niggards
How they talk about singers
They ain't got singers they ain't be cooling
Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding
Against dumb with the dumb
Press them bullies slide with the bop e man
Whole two full of woody woody
Sorry gang son know me
Man leave two in your foodie foodie
My youngs are not a stay with a cut ass f**k
You and your mother
Three hours got nick for mazda
Now he's doing life in the slammer slammer
How many times i circled up
Like again and again to a man
Man got slapped bro bro's a world on rider
Hop off about it's the ups
And sing like a riot s**t
It was screw red strips to the slap
That shh
Man ain't a liar
Can't go like kias like my life
And my will knows
Draco draco
Aim for the chest and high up high up
If i miss then watch
Respect that bulldog
Everything they get fry up fry up
Bad b's come to the right
I tell the young g's be gent
On line up line up
Guns got nick with a hole
If it's stuff free bro's you're born
On ride on ride on
Welcome to
I'm in the party with barbies and triller
The kick back mad on the man on the team
Buff man just run for my triggers
How they talk 'bout ringers
They ain't got singers they ain't be going
Ding up my little jig
Riding loose with the truth
Man you get dumb with the gang
Welcome to bricks
Then i'm in the party
With barbies and drillers
The kick back mad on the man on the team
Buff man just run for my niggards
How they talk 'bout ringers
They ain't got singers they ain't big
Dinger my little jig
Riding loose with the stick
Man you get dumb when you do it
I see bare man ducking and diving
I crashed his b**h in a leaf head
I'm sick and tired of the sleeting
I see bare man breezy bro bro
Circle the s**t with a shh sound
Got dropped in the evening
Bad b's come down south for the diva
Ain't got jimmy ain't beating
Put a man on the back i crawl look to my right
I see my ex in tune and screaming
I'm broad speed just spin this wheel
Let me lean out the ride it hey
Speak for upsides
They get touch then pull to the b**h man
Got rap for aiming the aim on a friday man
Got slapped in the bin bing bing welcome to b
Now i'm in the party
With barbies and triller the kick
Back mad on the scene off man
Just run for my niggards
How they talk about ringers
They ain't got singers
They ain't big things
Ding up my little jigging
Riding loose for the truth man
You get dumb with the gang
Welcome to bricks
Then i'm in the party
With barbies and drillers the kid
Back mad on the man on the t buff man
Just run for my niggards
How they talk about things
They ain't got singers
Ding ding ding ding ding
Ding ding ding ding ding
Ding ding ding ding ding
Ding ding ding ding
When you get down
Welcome to briston
And i'm in the park
