While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for
Get to her place 901 3rd street get out my ride and knock on her front door,
You sold it to the devil
Never wrong at any level
Yes bitch, that's a presidential
Call me the fucking devil,
The furnace be permanently burning g's to the 3rd degree
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her
My eyes are open now im seeing in a different manner
Spend the night with me, we'll talk and
Your seeing stars, spangled
Like cruel killer,badder then a devil
And if you light skin you might want to be careful
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