Talkin' about.
Now listen.
Talkin' about.
Talkin' about.
Talkin'
about.
That are mixed and say that
I don't know.
I say it's a fall, lace tight.
Don't need no bands, no motorbike.
I got eight wheels, shake the heels.
I'm a soul kid, baby.
Got a pimple pill.
They like, damn,
that's tight.
Man, but Jesus showed me the light.
This going to happen, close us up around 11.
Better shake your money, nigga, because you
know what I'll be talking about.
Roll the skits.
Next I'll find every time you fly away.
I'm a soul kid, baby.