No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing
Got 4 pumps and his heart beating/
Ya'll wife and white knight her
...not wanted 4 murder...
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
And the sex will lock her down see my stick is the gavel
But i can't till i put these untrustworthy motherfuckers in their caskets,
My talent's erratic, i'll channel my malice at your whackest of habits
That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle
Your false persona while i'm on ya baby's c "bbc" like the english channel
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle
Hard to throw 4 years out the window
Like a nigga movin' kilo
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