Tata NO DOUBT Tata high as fuck on fuck (hunna fuck on weed) tripping feeling like I’m on the cha cha hop up on the stage hear this shit hit this shit like the la cha what time vickz gang shit fuck off you not one guess I could sauce ya one hot one ooh another chart (nutter cha) Tata see you Ron not a tonne Fanta wit a bit a lean nutrition info (trishon info) thats codeine, promethazine pass a atta class Witta fuck magazine I mean utta clip make a drink a magazine fuck ya up cook u like cuisine I seen shit u wouldn’t find in ya genes pick up bitches fast like the real deal veal rocking my jeans out on a date with mcniel Ta Ta ta. Groaw Blit. Tata vvs shine like the sun uncs on my feet pop like a gun being kicked outta shit just having fun you be feeling lit occur when you get some I’m saying bye bye my shit be unreal describe it like sci fi og 5 kinda connected like wifi oh fuck I’m tripping I feel like high as fuck rocking da lightning ajs feel like I’m Donald Duck Come up and run up another muck take suck turn around we do it we fuck and stuck boeys what tick of the clock keep the dump truck exposed (echoe) and I find yo fingerprint onna bas side you rolled Cos it’s Tata she won’t see you again she gimme head and this not pretend Tata fuck her fore i get my life level of shit you ain’t know no lit (waiting at school to go hop on the microphone Brodies never seen my shit I got the limo licking her tit with the driver ketut) but dawgs like my crib and they see i sit but I did it for life said I’m saying bye bye but we back again you thinking when i do I erry day so coming back I’m chasing a clout this DDog out