She likes the way it hits her lips
Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
Body doze, who ? give em karate blows
The one who em talks of
Wood chain with a jesus
I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being
Tired of feeling wired of dealing
Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years
Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators
Out of mind out of sight
The rolls-royce, it’s all white
If you ain't about money
Beaches of normandy.
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit
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