Lyrics:
Biology papers
Woke up and I dropped out of my second degree
The medical model is fake as
Articles that say it's still safe to eat meat
You must be
the models
Only one, I'm only reppin' fly shit only
Keep some fly shit on me, keep a fly bitch on me
Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit
Since Georgia is medical, gotta buy it off the street
I reminisce about the times when I was truly free
When I was constantly getting high but was
I think I'm a problem
Take your nigga, bitch, i rob ya'
I'm hot ho like some
Lava, skinny pretty bitch, a model
I think I'm a problem
Take your
daytime cool
Ocean Malibu
Backwoods filled with straight medical
I Just Wanna feel the sea breeze
Resort me please
Beach-side models by threes
I Just Wanna
I just want my bédo
Call me from the ghetto
I just met a nice bitch
Cherry rich I hit the lotto
Saw me on follows
I think that she's a model
But
"he's injured" and probably need a medical situation
Because the way I'm fuckin' everything up 'til the people dead
Why you tryna do it? You already
BEDEMIR: Oh, certainly, sir.
LAUNCELOT: Look, my liege!
ARTHUR: Camelot!
GALAHAD: Camelot!
LAUNCELOT: Camelot!
PATSY: It's only a model.
ARTHUR: Shhh!
Psychological, make a model hoe, fuck a G
Pre-medical, steady slow those, ready can get it
Teacher taught it to those inside with mind apparatus
My status has
more
With dreams of models tuggin on my yoda like a fine force
To big to be a freshman i had to find the source
I got a mean right hook so i freestyle
the Desert
Never did a bid out Jessup
Nevertheless
Decade plus out prison
Gut wrenching
Georgia and Crittenden
Getting in a black Model x
Find me in the space
forget they hoes, and that's when Tunechi remind them
I used to fuck Gucci models, I'm fuckin' Gucci designers
I keep it 2-G regardless, I'm gettin' too
down off a
Medical blunt this ain't new
Cop a qp I blow it with lil Snoop
Blowing smoke out the roof
Hoes know we the truth
Get the bitch loose than I
on it, what?
She asked to swallow it, what?
Like from a bottle, bitch
Gobble thick model chick
Bobbing this rattle spit-up
She like it tall in her gut
She
Blah, blah, blah I don't wanna hear shit
Medicals and miracles and all the obits
We stay all day and leave all night
Tell it like it is because we know
the flu-season out them
Bitches forget they hoes, and that's when Tunechi remind them
I used to fuck Gucci models, I'm fuckin' Gucci designers
I keep it 2-G
You should smokes with me
It's the diabolical, chronical, mythological
Psychological, make a model hoe, fuck a G
Pre-medical, steady slow those,
smokes with me
It's the diabolical, chronical, mythological
Psychological, make a model hoe, fuck a G
Pre-medical, steady slow those, ready can get it
A roach full of herbs
What's this in that cigar?
Medical marijuana officer, I got a weed card
What condition you smoke weed for?
Trevon Jones
Place your
out when I'm feeling great
Met this chick in an altered state
Heels as big empire state
She's a model, fuck that's great
Gave me a touch
Said what's up
It'sele disse que ela ta on medical leave but yes
She decided to quit just a little light entertainment
Embrace it
It might just save your life
You
Like it's a picket in this bid
I might come through
Shining like the sun roof
Down for whatever whenever
As if this drink or this medical
Got me
the code
Her own super hero
But ain't nobody
Wear a cape
Don't save her
She don't wanna be saved
No role models
Ain't nobody wearing capes
Okay
She want it
Prada
Got a lotta money like I won that lotto
Got model money pulling models out the smoke out the bottle
Nos hit the throttle
Spittin wassup Aristotle,
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