Correction Paroles 420 In London [Remix] par Ski Mask the Slump God

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Hey guys, let's do one of those no melody songs, that'd be so creative

I was on the molly, b*t*hes out in Boston
f**ked the b*t*h in Follies, her pu**y was awesome
Rockstar life Jeff Hardy, do tricks like Mat Hoffman
She just wanna party, she do that sh*t often
She gon' suck my d**k until she start gaggin' and coughin'
Am I scared? No, hardly, I deserve a heart lift
My new crib, it's so big, this sh*t got a office
I was off a thirty, this sh*t madе me nauseous
My new car on dеrbies, automatic parking
Ballin' in my jersey, in the streets I'm Jordan
12 checked me, then they took my gun
Me, no trippin' 'cause I got a whole 'nother gun
If she leave me, yeah I've got a whole 'nother one
I put that on my son and I ain't even got a son
Red green, beam green, b*t*h I never miss
She sucked the lines up out my d**k like it's a peppermint
I get the cheese, like I work for the government
I'm an alien lookin' for your mother ship
420 up in London
I'm a problem, God, yeah, I'll bust 'em (on god)
Me and Murda, we up to somethin'
I was on the the hound they almost caught me at Fort Nelson
Mr. Hustle hard, now they claimin' they're my cousin (my cousin)
I f**k your b*t*h, now she thinkin' I'm her husband
I'm in some Balmains, these jeans they cost a dozen (12)
I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' (uh)
I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin'
I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin'
I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin'
I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin'

Got a new Bugatti, play my music when I'm drivin' (Yeah)
Like I'm Lil Weezy, tattoos all over my body (Yeah)
Foreigns from the islands, finna split a dose of molly
Spit all on my Johnny while a n***a flyin' private
Stamps on your passport
I been smoking gas, boy (Yup-yup, yup)
My pistol electric (Ayy), it light up like a Tesla (Yeah)
I got all the junkies on the block, I got a meth lab (Okay!)
Thirty-five hundred for the coat, that's a Moncler (Yup-yup, haha, water!)

n***as don't be real like Fentanyl in a pill (Huh, huh, ayy)
All this water on my neck, grew gills like some krill (Grew gills)
On a hill with your b*t*h, just call us Jack and Jill (Call us Jack and Jill)
Feelin' like Krillin, my diamonds Destructo disc, they can't sit still

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