Friends get jealous, catch a body on every buddy
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
A church hymnal planning a pandemonium
And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one
Few chips, i get out n' spray
Take a buddy holly holiday
Your gonna be on top nigga
Yup you got a lot a
They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,
I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor
You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin
Their buddy who has the best shit burned ip the fiction
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