Van Gogh

Crib be looking like a hooters
Pocket filling I feel like I'm Buddhist
Money talking my brodie was Judas
Shorty stalk me but I act like I'm clueless
Come around cause she said
Damn I love when she was muted
None of this shit really far fetched
I just hit it out the fucking ball park cause I suit it

Shorty got bitter I'm better
Brodie rolling up the spliff with the leather
I got hoes I can hit up whenever
I got dough split it up with my brethren
Off the dome is how I one take
Feel like Van Gogh I wanna die in the Netherlands
Run a poll you gon' see that I'm better than
You ain't in the loop you a problem
She grab on the balls like a doctor
Whole gang gon' look like a mafia
Move weird then my brodie gon' crop ya
She broke so I hit her with a job search
Long road but I thrive on them outskirts
Uh
Damn

Crib be looking like a hooters
Pocket filling I feel like I'm Buddhist
Money talking my brodie was Judas
Shorty stalk me but I act like I'm clueless
Come around cause she said
Damn I love when she was muted
None of this shit really far fetched
I just hit it out the fucking ball park cause I suit it



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