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Go outside, touch grass Go outside, touch grass Sixty-three bitches in my crib, I ain't kissed one Just got a check, it's a big one Sixty-three cribs with a bitch in each one Just hit the first sixty-threesome Air force cheeks, I'ma crease 'em, lace 'em Bitch, you ain't slick, I don't pre-cum Feeling braindead, need cerebrum Now my dick tired, put a thumb in her bumbum I am for real, the way I rock round with my mill' Ooh, I feel like Pharrell, I'm droppin' out with a milf Check out my wheels, drive itself, yeah, I'm not too thrilled Bitch, come to Brazil, kung fu bitch, Kill Bill Go outside, touch grass Go inside, touch ass Go outside, touch grass Go inside, touch ass If the money come in crumbs then I'm breadеd See us on a print in a suit, double-breasted Puffin' on thе gas, unleaded Halle Berry in my DMs, tryna get it SongtexteAnd I bought a Cali King just to wet it Flex on Hasan with the eight hundred credit Gravy train runnin' for the Senate AOC reached out, might hit it I am for real, the way I rock round with my mill' Ooh, I feel like Pharrell, I'm droppin' out with a milf Check out my wheels, drive itself, yeah, I'm not too thrilled Bitch, come to Brazil, kung fu bitch, Kill Bill Go inside, touch ass Go outside, touch grass Go inside, touch ass Go outside, touch grass Aus Songtexte Mania