I’ll have no lies, rap’s so dry, i can’t stress it enough,
That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes
Which means she ain't never hear nothing
Dry land , but its my fucking
Ima dry em out then i'mma make it rain.
I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne
Me and my homieskick it like everyday
Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day
And shrimp might run and tell the pigs
Like a mouth with dry sockets
So y'all niggas can fly
Never dry kids, say bye
I be ballin, they wonder why
The chap stick has run dry,
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