Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort
When we already at the house full of our, home work
And gary coleman just passed: life is short
The house of the lord, for not a spouse but a sword
God of the underworld stunt
But nah, he is quite different
Who was at my house taking care of dying granny
And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.
Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,
Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds
Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one
Of being pour with no ambitions, house the size of a kitchen.
Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows
Look how we going to get out of this cook house
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