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Maybe it’s yoga the way I fold ya

for play I torture

gold digging so you show interest and it’s kosher

you knew it would be ecstasy when you saw the Porsche

Yh the skin on the brim is cobra

I see how your showing the skims trying to destroy the order

the air grows colder

but the sparks letting the embers smoulder

im a chiller sorta

making a few mill every quarter

Yh I’m talking fiscally

tryna get to the Vatican tearing off all this Italy

you’re body a temple right

you the kinda piece to keep at the centre right

tryna get to the pussy like a tena

I ain’t with that tongue in cheek all this shit running like swallowed senna when the prada stripped you was hotter than my temper

You ain’t want to stay alone when in the zone I’m a lender