nights, Everything is just right Soft Sand, last tan, sleepin' on the rooftop California, California...he said I ain't never leaving you California
Cool nights, Everything is just right Soft Sand, last tan, sleepin' on the rooftop California, California...he said I ain't never leaving you California
comes tonight. Here comes Santa Claus, Here comes Santa Claus, Right down Santa Claus Lane, He's got a bag that's filled with toys For boys and girls
condo top floor aroma High to the sky when I step up in this bitch Thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this bitch The marble for the Louis the bag
Cause I ain't the nigga ta fuck with So you niggas need tah step the fuck off Before I leave ya'll niggas in a bag Talkin' that trash, you get hauled
top floor aroma high to the sky when I step up in this bitch thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this bitch the marble for the Louie the bag full of
I ain't the nigga ta fuck with So you niggas need tah step the fuck off Before I leave ya'll niggas in a bag Talkin' that trash, you get hauled off in
top floor aroma High to the sky when I step up in this bitch Thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this bitch The marble for the Louis the bag full
