#pardonthewave

desy by my arm reach palm beach 

poland spring

gaine green is the army

calmly

walk up to the courtroom, head high

thinking to myself louis' cover my red eyes dear lord help me jesus, come be my saviour major bitches say my cock got flavor i got so much (much) paper i decide to fuck it up drive a big wheel, and my clusters cut got the fifth of creezly (cru) dour got the deezly (diesel) that's my guy from '89 shouts to my baby mom shouts to my lawyers employers uncle mook from o.f.o. kept a nigga rollin’ help me float the boat help me roll the smoke hit the dj, tell him play some max b he'll do a couple million if you ask me actually i'm intact with my faculty max in back of me in the car seat job street used to be gripped up i remember them days like yesterday with 1 bar, i could take your breath away 2 bars to captivate you hit the 3rd bar, shit get crazy and by the fourth bar, you'll be wavy mama made me, i'm her baby third youngest out the four of us i remember the tour bus, whore-bus georgia shorties roll out to florida searching for a wave, now damnit, lookit, we all stuck more sluts continue to support me never been to fort lee i was out playing horsey now i roll costly, bossly