(She say I'm a rasta, she love the way I roll, yeah
We do this everyday bitch, faded off them drugs, yeah
She my little foreign)
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Coolin' on the darkside
Posted with the bros, yeah
Hate to hurt yo soul, but I been f*cking hoes, yeah
Fresh from head to toe, I'm
Killing all my woes, and
If you bust it right now, I won't tell a soul, yeah
She say I'm a Rasta, she love the way I roll, yeah
We do this everyday bitch, faded off them drugs, yeah
She my little foreign, I think I might wife her
She can be my main bitch, but only for the night, yeah
This ain't what it seems, and
This ain't what you think, but
You my little baby, Imma rock you back to sleep, yeah
Have you grab the sheets, yeah
Give you what you need, yeah
Then I grab my skis, bitch I'm gone, I gotta leave, yeah
You know I'm the truth bitch, lately I been stylin'
I been on my own shit, lately I been wildin'
Coolin' on a island
Coolin' with the stylin'
Lately I been vibin'
Coolin' on a island
Coolin' on the darkside
Posted with the bros, yeah
Hate to hurt yo soul, but I been f*cking hoes, yeah
Fresh from head to toe, I'm
Killing all my woes, and
If you bust it right now, I won't tell a soul, yeah
She say I'm a Rasta, she love the way I roll, yeah
We do this everyday bitch, faded off them drugs, yeah
She my little foreign, I think I might wife her
She can be my main bitch, but only for the night, yeah
Yeah it's my turn, I'm taggin' me in
I'm from the darkside where they baskin' in sin
They filling up caskets like plastic bins
I be thinking 'bout me seeing Dev again
Yet, I feel no ways
Come hop on this darkside wave
Land of the jugs and plays
You ain't never been up the way
Imma be like LeBron to LA
2-1-6 on my chest, yeah
2-1-6 to the death, yeah
Coop and DonJon next, yeah
Making plays, getting checks, yeah
DonJon walk in the party, take a nigga shorty
Bitches be horny, yeah
Bitch I'm the bomb like Gordie
Yeah this life for me
End of the story
Coolin' on the darkside
Posted with the bros, yeah
Hate to hurt yo soul, but I been f*cking hoes, yeah
Fresh from head to toe, I'm
Killing all my woes, and
If you bust it right now, I won't tell a soul, yeah
She say I'm a Rasta, she love the way I roll, yeah
We do this everyday bitch, faded off them drugs, yeah
She my little foreign, I think I might wife her
She can be my main bitch, but only for the night, yeah
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