the fruity soft clipper of 87

Lyrics

Rolling on the bassline, sipping from the grapevine If he talk shit, I put a hole in his waistline (What?) Sleeping in the middle of the daytime Turn up when I wanna, I don't make time, tell that bitch to (Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!) Your whole top five's back again (Talk to em) Boy you're dumb as fuck if you ain't tapping in I might dip to Paris, you might never see my ass again Trash again, trash again, you should probably pack it in