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I just copped a 8ball lets have a ball baby
I’m at the mall got designer on my draws baby
And they keep talking crazy
I can’t understand them at all
Smoke until i’m lazy
Gold on me no medal

Met her at the meadow
Said she from the ghetto
Angel in stilettos
Blood on my shell toes
Baby ima ghost i come and go
Watche me disappear
You already know how that shit goes
Yeah i got no fear

I stay outta sight can't see me
I stay on the snow
No i’m not talkin bout skiing
Heart so cold im freezing
Head so sick like its part of my being
I was always there for them but for me everyone leaving

8ball now im snowboarding
All these bitches boring
I just want a foreign or an amg benz
Taking molly with her friends
She asked if i love her i tell her its just pretend