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Pants sagging and my hat low Show up to your black and white affair in my bath robe Fury slippers, polo socks, what an asshole No class, no coupe, so irrational Can't explain, he's insane, must be bad so Monthly crew, paper gang, money back coke You could tell by my bitch shoes and her bag blow You could tell by your bitch shoes and her bag broke Sad, but save your crocodile tears Vegetable medley till that be a panseer Nobody thinks shit stinks, until it's smeered in your face Motherfucker now take a look in the mirror I fuck your life, pussy nigga fuck your life This my third I doubt twice, might fuck once But not twice, no New jersey drive, hotwire, joy rider Get her high, kick her out, sky diver Death row, only thing that we missing is shug I stood over your missis, I'm so missunderstood I look down at the top of a scalp Real niggas know what I'm talking about When she go home, you give her mouth to mouth 2 roads diverged, I merged on a paper route Rick james, I stand on your freaking couch Bottles of bordeaux, I'm balling timothy couch I'm in the building my nigga, I'm in the house I'm in the building my nigga, I'm in the house Embracing my angels, dancing with demons I'm overdosing, river phoenix That mean our silence is pale, fliest thing in the field Got your bitch naked in heels, iron steaming my bills Implementing my game, reekin the state of the real Flow is that persian brown, destined hollywood hills This shit is genius, how I slide unseenless Supply the sequence with some g shit, break it down in pieces Marcus aurelius, I rock the colloseum Y'all niggas witches, like joaquin, you couldn't win by cheating Beasting on anything that you press play Riding with ladies thicker than tension in the west bay Fresh fanks, line up the wallets inside the scholar's pockets So if they convoing by dollars, ain't got time to chop it Stop it, hater you don't really know what you doing Y'all niggas sway, who you think you fuckin foolin? Heard they off to fronting on a kid You never know how hard that wall is till you run into it Beefing whoever we after equals disaster Uno when it comes to that china, he's in master Lv the loafer, while I'm sitting on sofa We're bow tie killers, classy enough for a coster I wolrd wide paper hoe, we globally get dough Mami got good brain, I just get it and go Fuck these niggas talkin, they ain't talkin shit And we ain't freak like conversing, I just talk to your bitch Ha, I'm from the hood where they pistol play Shoot you talkin, you can get killed over the shit you say All I need is a bad bitch with trone and an ounce Ass fat, and she gotta be good with her mouth I chase money in wild by ways of the south Tear the town up a couple of gram then I'm out Out, 3rd strike, you in jeopardy nigga, About my strange blowing that whistle, no referee nigga Surviving the concrete, heart of a refugee nigga You fucking with me, you won't answer the ecstasy nigga Niggas becomin white noises, know it's a stampede When you crash with the rhino. |