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Yeah, it's your boy Mr. EZ Wider | Back up in this thing with two P's | That's two pounds of that kush for Kush and Orange Juice 2
Yeah, it's your boy Mr. EZ Wider Back up in this thing with two P's That's two pounds of that kush for Kush and Orange Juice 2 So put two fingers in the air Grab two girls with long hair And light some up for Wiz Khalifa, ya'll Both hands on the wheel She was Taylor Gang, she Taylor Gang still Them niggas boring, she hit me she wanna chill Let her play with the switch, she know the game's signed sealed I'm on tequila, she on Hennessey Love that kush and orange juice she never knew how it feel Hating on us, they running up the hill For real, I fill my cup and cleaning up the spill Wanna indulge you when I'm puffing I can tell that she troublesome Two girls, that's double fun Show off what you got, don't gotta cover up Don't look behind us, see what's in front of us Light this weed, there's a couple of 'em Say you gon' get it tatted If it ain't the game, fuck 'em Don't really trip on other bitches, you the main one Switching up whips, I never pull up in the same one She wanna cuddle, I wanna cuddle too Legs in the air, dick in the middle, that's a W Ain't tryna fuck you, better say something Mashed potatoes, rice, and beans, you ain't the main one All that hating get your cake up I never met alien or a bitch that I can't fuck Still hitting it from the back That's how we act I'm the one that you hit up to come relax I'm the one getting you Taylor Gang tats Putting that oil on your body, rubbing your back I roll one up and you roll one to match I get so in my bag You want a drink but don't know how to ask You love the feeling, you hope that it last 'Cause at the moment we both feel intense Now I'm gon' get a chance Nobody put you on the game, helped you program it in Don't wanna leave, you wanna stay with me, so it depends Wanted a G, you really got one I just know how to win Like when I see you need a Rolly to go on your wrist Me and my team, we make the go, we don't only attempt So like us, we forget your phone, 'cause little homie a whimp Ain't no half with me, one hundred's the only percent She wanna cuddle, I wanna cuddle too Legs in the air, dick in the middle, that's a W Ain't tryna fuck you, better say something Mashed potatoes, rice, and beans, you ain't the main one All that hating get your cake up I never met alien or a bitch that I can't fuck Still hitting it from the back That's how we act
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