You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king
The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting
Couldn't buy her louboutin, the boots leave bruises on her calf
But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas
Got sum real bad hoes that will fuck me for free
Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see
Got sum real bad hoes that will fuck me for free
Third ward general, young cash money
It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill
Good morning, welcome to the good life, this is how we chill
But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//
And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress
Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good
Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took
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