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SRV separation confirmed. Coming up on staging the burnout of these twin Solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds. Turn up the production My little mama a trophy Brown skin, call her Goldie She a keeper like a goalie Ride or die, she my Cody, Cody, Cody Said my little mama a trophy Brown skin, Call her Goldie She a keeper like a goalie Ride or die, she my Cody Said my little Mama a trophy, trophy, trophy Yeah, My little mama a trophy, trophy, Trophy She put the kid in the moon Put Her in Charlotte and Dolce We eat Italian or Thai Then I put her to bed, make her Go sleep My little mama, she fierce Stepping in Pumps and they scarce She ain't got time for The gossip She know that shit for the birds I just Armani the eagles One away, Jordans or Till I got a B on my Jeans But I need a B on the will I done a jug on the sponsor Couldn't see Me in a deal I just pop out with The sugar Walking in blood and she kills In The studio, I'm laying it right When I mix All the layers, it's tight You heard that I'm Laying the pipe In fact, I'ma lay it tonight I had to find me a diamond In the Dirt every day of my life No, I ain't Living legit But these are the days of our Life My little mama a trophy Brown skin, call her Goldie She a keeper like a goalie Ride or die, she my Cody, Cody, Cody Said my little mama a trophy Brown skin, Call her Goldie She a keeper like a goalie Ride or die, she my Cody Said my little Mama a trophy, trophy, trophy Yeah, My little mama a trophy, trophy, Trophy I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm Yo, yo I'm being honest I know she fire, she got it, they want It I just get wired then I pull up On it, yeah Yo I, I, pull up on It Park up the car, give her D 'cause She want it But I need the V with The wings and the bonnet I drink the rum Not the lean I smoke the good not the Reggie I sell it dirty, not clean I had A bird in the telly Now I got a Bird on my line Call this shit birds of A feather See, if they did count all the Birds We'd probably get birded forever Shorty know I Got flavor for days Probably more flavor than Flav I take your heart in the club See, rookies Don't play with the ace Shorty know I got Flavor for days Probably more flavor than Flav I Take your heart in the club The rookies don't Play with the ace My little mama a trophy Brown skin, call her Goldie She a keeper like a goalie Ride or die, she my Cody, Cody, Cody Said my little mama a trophy Brown skin, Call her Goldie She a keeper like a goalie Ride or die, she my Cody Said my little Mama a trophy, trophy, trophy Yeah, My little mama a trophy, trophy, Trophy Fuse the engineer
Youngs Teflon — Trophy
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