And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)
Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves
It´s the battle of life
I need a backyard full court size
That naturally act like these raps is a mattress
In a hairy mess, doused with gas, light her dress with matches
S queezys very bold
But for long time i had gone cold
And my friends, chloe, sophie? what about fucking naomi?
Catch feelings of a pussy, thats rarely homey
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
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