We came.. way too far pretty baby
I don't think it's right when the dogs come to pee
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
No money, power, or drugs,
I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs
You better call cops,coz this drugs
They got caught up with cops
The you should look up in the stars
Watching for hollow-tip shots
We dont fuck with no cops,
Sell a dub mix some drugs
Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts
I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,
I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops
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