Imported Goods Produced by Falside Lyrics

Oh my god
This muthafucking sour's too good
I'll only be fucking with that other shit
This shit hurts my throat man
I need that shit that tastes like fucking soap
Joy, ajax
Shit
Eyo, this is what i'll be doing on that
Orlando Magic warmup, suits and a black Jag
95 that younger Bronson on that fast track

To blast gat
Now I'm looking past that
I want a cash stack higher than the Nasdaq
I put the work in
In downtown im cooking lamb
A thousand dutches in the air like
Like it's the reefer jam