Автор: Mr. Strange

Daaaamn, last time I seen her she was [Kent Jamz:] Last time I saw you, you was workin’ out at

[Buddy:] This my type of shit (aye) This my type of shit (aye) Got ma-ri-juana-a-a (oh yeah) This my type

Yeah, yo Back in high school I used to catch the train home Lookin’ out the window pane, as it’s

Woo hell yeah, let’s talk to the niggas that do the most I’m here, back again It’s your boy [?]

Ooh, hell yeah Let’s toast to the niggas that do the most Shout out to my nigga Buddy, you know

Aye, it’s been a long day «Buddy, can you ease my mind?» what she told me Now I got her

One time, baby girl, I just need one time Promise you I won’t waste no time I’ma make you love

Pull up in a limousine Lookin’ like a guillotine Sippin’ on that Hennessy What you know about me? Back to

Going crazy outta my mind these days So much shit I gotta decide these days Listenin’ to all the lies

I’m inspired, I make magic, like Harry does I’m a king coming live like Larry bruh Getting money, paper stress