Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
Prashant aka maverick, "i'mma kill you" thats my favorite threat.
And we no la de de da i don't care for any people
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed
Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
I'm itchin from kitchen aids aka hot as fiction maids
And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates
Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on
Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb
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