Ima tear you dick of and hammer it to a wall,
That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all
I miss ya like a bitch with big tits and her brassiere, b
With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly
And that you should beware of a girl with my past.
Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and
I got sexy ladies all over the floor
Money can change a girl from a poor to a whore
You ain't hardcore, you're a whore and just like your girl you want more.
Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor
T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts
Jackin my minidick to fake big tits and blondes
With her own married husband, a bitch and a whore,
I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer
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