9/11 was way worse than anticipated
In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit
With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history
It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry
I'm getting better every increment
Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust
On they car note to go to the club
Consequences of my charming chatter up
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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