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December hoes tryna act like they summer, my bro he tweakin' in his head
Tinted windows I cannot see that far, I ain't even crash this whip
I'm off this money, I'm on this coast
This no story, this just how it goes
I'm off this money, I'm on this coast
This the way it go
Right now I won't say just how I feel
Just to stick it to ya
Back then it wasn't even nun' to feel
Just to stick it to ya
This a sticky bomb and it stick to the surface
And I'm fresh as fuck, I don't need to detergent
Why you call me now? I don't even wanna hear you
Why you call me then? I ain't even wanna hear you
I can break it down, make it dance in this bitch
She so freaky now, pay no rent in this bitch
And she fuck me now, and she fuck like she owe me
Omnitrix on my hand move like Ben 10, ow
She hurt me, that hurts, she keeps on disturbing my bands
They sleeping now, cause they too need a pause
All this balling you get tired a boss, baws
December hoes tryna act like they summer, my bro he tweakin' in his head
Tinted windows I cannot see that far, I ain't even crash this whip
I'm off this money, I'm on this coast
This no story, this just how it goes
I'm off this money, I'm on this coast
This the way it go