[Verse 1: Bones] It's the wi-fi pimp, modems hangin' from my wrists Passwords on my blunts, got to log in to get it (You've got mail) Digits etched on my grave, can't decipher my slang Wingdings when I speak, bold fonts when I sing Bitch, I'm comin'
Wi-Fi
2024-09-20 16:34