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  • Published on:  Wednesday, July 18, 2018
  • original song: yes indeed by lil baby and drake

    i sit in my garden and play stevie wonder
    and get foot massages while clancy talk numbers
    he threw me some game and i swear i wont fumble
    might cop me a bronco to ride for the summer
    marni the trousers
    tell Risso to holla
    the carnival sell out
    the stadium dodger
    i cut off some homies
    but taco my brodie
    until he score millions
    i wont leave the goalie
    might pass em the mittens
    he never betrayed me
    the e30 sitting
    the 675LT my daily
    the engine is stupid
    i drive like a tutor
    when i move, it moves
    the transmission like Luda
    now ketchup like packets
    my new nigga pretty
    your new bitch is tacky
    like Busta Rhymes jackets
    want smoke i can match it
    the second hand action
    we exhale u inhale
    and asthma attack
    t'ing off
    niggas nauseous
    as fuck, fuck u thought?
    bitch its GOLF

    shit going crazy i swear i go crazy
    i never met him but shout out lil baby
    *gibberish* i ran out of words