USA
• Written by Quellie
Hopped out the plane and the heat done hit me,
hopped in the limo to travel to New York city,
borough of Brooklyn the buildings look shitty,
any hate for that well you can suck my titties,
Breathe through my nose and i smell the joints,
If ya aint got the money then what the fucks the point,
I got a line of coke but i got me the coins,
that's why I'm flying private travel with champagne and sirloin,
Got me some e's and now i pop that shit,
I ain't gon' travel through Queens 'cause i might get hit,
nah nah I'm kidding with my coke I'll fit,
see some girls with small asses, where the fuck is Nick?
I take a sniff in the air and i smell the silicon,
The nigga's round here got mouths like Pelicans,
Spark up my Cigarette and inhale that,
Whistle up louder and hop in a cab,
Route 66 I'm going to LA,
I ain't fucking with them flights because that shit's always delayed,
climbed out the cab and the man got paid,
I bumped into Kim Kardashian and then i got laid,
660 dollars and its wrapped around my fingers,
Guess it's Hollywood i just look like them singers.
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Quellie
Member since March 7 2014