The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,
Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key
Jesus what a fucking close call,
Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall
Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck
Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up
High heel wearer, hell of a body
Spitting 'n spitting close to a tsunami
A patriotic villain, too close the border
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick
Burned my mouth with a lighter, im so close to retarded
Someone who could calm me with just a touch
I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much
Till we shared a bond truly only glue knows
Everything i wanted never seem so close
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