Where we were kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone Where we were kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone Where we were kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone Where we were kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone
[Verse 1] (Who am I?) Rec League, I ain't paying a ball Y'all be string like a broke guitar And I still put it down like the family dog Yeah. I murder some, I murder one Explain it all, Ferguson We ain't gotta sing the same old love song Cut a white girl with the same black gloves on Yeah what you saying to it? Old money look no money don't do it Make 'em turn around in their lane like a U-ey And I'm only looking back if I'm looking at her booty (at her booty) What's the rational? They wanna smoke niggas, when they black 'em out So we acted out OK cool
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[Verse 2] Blue dream 'bout the bouquet 'Til I'm blue faced on a Tuesday (Can I have some?) #NiggasBeLike Put a plus eighteen on that e-vite And I said what I felt, no re-write Nah nah, they can't hold me June, July, drop something I double dare you, I'm Marc Summers I scorch winters, I burn autumns Gut niggas, so Kurt Vonne Elle Varner got a crush on him I gotta wait in line for that Ain't nobody got time for that Ain't nobody gotta rhyme with that Too true like it's 2 Chainz Blue blood like he both gangs