Days were gettin colder
Said when i do dirt wit her
Everything that means gettin with
Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches
Stack in his hand trynna make that last
A baby basket hound gettin lashed,
Cause im done with everbody i wanna be the best,
Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test
Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady
The real reason, it's gettin hazy
Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear
And we gettin' money, over here,
Without gettin in my pay
Keep losing my way
When you spill out hits
Gettin to know his demons
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