
jetsweep30 - devonta freeman had an mvp caliber 2nd year lyrics
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i don’t want friends i want audis
my girl hot hot like wasabi
my wrist it cook like hibachi
whipping the new maserati
i don’t think no one could stop me
i just rolled wit in a hunnid
ooh i see that they scared, brodies they know that i’m coming
jl in this here put flame in the booth
20 degrees and cut off the roof
i kicked the bean, hooked in with the lean
fresh mr. clean imma throw tantrums with soup
just told my girl i don’t love more
hit it again and i walked out the door
won’t be the first time won’t be the last
no carry-on’s leave the bag in the past
running this thing, 100 yard dash
jl to the bank like i’m high off the gl-ss
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