Garfield Bowen

Eightys baby out the pyrex
Straight out of jubilee bitch get high off contact
She a nasty hoe
So i blessed her with a bunch of os
We fly the kite in the wind city
We doubled up and go
Huh
If its a celebration
I need my bitches with me
Only one thats fucking with me
You want a berkeley
I got ten of them coming baby
I got the bentley the rose and the new bugatti
Huh
Daddy just play your part
Thats what she telling me
Not knowing your boy a god
You should just read between the lines
Before you fucking broads
Is she in love with money nigga
Or shes drunk in love
Huh
Pardon my psyche
Father push wait in the carter like ivory
Are froggy then leap motherfucker like spike lee
You could do you best believe im amma do me

Forty five got you a headshot
Or we can get rid of the body
For a honey bun
I am a drug dealer aka pharmacist
Bitch caught pointing talking leave your body armless
A
I got all kind of patience
Take a panoramic picture of my celebration
My uncle field made a milli of just demonstration
Back in the family business fucking the white bitch
My occupation
Got in this bitch without the cheat code
Fuck a drive by i walk him down throw my halo
I never trust a bitch if we fucking on the delo
Rip to nip slim dolph young king draco
Zuluu



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Writer(s): Jermaine Bowen
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