Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose
The more battles the better the flows
The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
You made me wanna
I bring the heat like the
Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,
When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst
In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave
Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space
And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!
Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news
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