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Squeezing her nyash and shit
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Got it, I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it
Let's Go
Yo! let's make some plans tomorrow morning
Same place bring you crew, we burn up the house
I put on my J's, you put on your Vans
I step on the gas, I'm dodging the pigs I'm like
Eighty seven
Might catch a body or two I'm talking about the baddest in town
They lit as hell but they smoke like chains, shake it like waves
Ocean eyes from grandma she's like
Eighty seven
I'm drilling the beat, we drilling the bitches
Look to the side, I'm dancing on top of the vent it's like
Tomorrow doesn't exist and
Yesterday didn't exist it's nineteen
Eighty seven

Pour me a glass, I'm drinking some wine
And squeezing her nyash and shit
Squeezing her nyash and shit

I'm raising the hell like the night king
Not too long ago I was stressed as hell now I studied the plans and shit
I'm talking about the escape plan, I'm conquering
Literally
It's been a minute, but I'm raising an army like John stark
This bitch ain't ready I'm all about
Paving my way I'm going berserk, I'm all about
The melodies, the poetry that I brought back
Cause I don't see nothing but mimic
I'm trynna get some dough out of the the music we make
I say
I'm winning Pregame 4:20 pm we do it again Thursday evening
We do it again Friday evening
I'm winning pregame 4:20 pm we do it again Saturday evening
We do it again Sunday evening

Yo! let's make some plans tomorrow morning
Same place bring you crew, we burn up the house
I put on my J's, you put on your Vans
I step on the gas, I'm dodging the pigs I'm like
Eighty seven
Might catch a body or two I'm talking about the baddest in town
They lit as hell but they smoke like chains, shake it like waves
Ocean eyes from grandma she's like
Eighty seven
I'm drilling the beat, we drilling the bitches
Look to the side, I'm dancing on top of the vent it's like
Tomorrow doesn't exist and
Yesterday didn't exist it's nineteen
Eighty seven

Pour me a glass, I'm drinking some wine
And squeezing her nyash and shit
Squeezing her nyash and shit

Pain gotta wait for the lover, you heartless but beautiful
Pen got away from the paper, the brainless perpetual
Game got away from creation, the prowess commercial
Rain gotta wash the regime, the homeless spiral
Reigned over us by division, your hate is subliminal
I'm quitting alcohol this season, I'm only musical
I'm paving a way for my family, the wealth generational
I'm losing some weight, gotta live for a century, the only goal
Entertaining my peeps, putting smile on faces, it's sensational
I say
I'm winning Pregame 4:20 pm we do it again Thursday evening
We do it again Friday evening
I'm winning pregame 4:20 pm we do it again Saturday evening
We do it again Sunday evening

Yo! let's make some plans tomorrow morning
Same place bring you crew, we burn up the house
I put on my J's, you put on your Vans
I step on the gas, I'm dodging the pigs I'm like
Eighty seven
Might catch a body or two I'm talking about the baddest in town
They lit as hell but they smoke like chains, shake it like waves
Ocean eyes from grandma she's like
Eighty seven
I'm drilling the beat, we drilling the bitches
Look to the side, I'm dancing on top of the vent it's like
Tomorrow doesn't exist and
Yesterday didn't exist it's nineteen
Eighty seven

Pour me a glass, I'm drinking some wine
And squeezing her nyash and shit
Squeezing her nyash and shit

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Squeezing that nyash and shit