I aint gon cap bruh, this shit make me feel dat type of way. mad props, would love to collaborate , send you some melodies lmk a Email I can send some shit to brotha
Yea Pockets, they dancing like Britney Bands on me, can't feel my inseams (yeah) Dior look good when it fit me (yeah) Back in Jakarta, they hope for my downfall I come up, like bitch, I am next, yeah She wanna ride with the star Ended up droppin' my top, okay My ex told me she needed space