It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,
You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease
Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise
To get the green into my hands, the money trees i recognize,
Spend the night with me, we'll talk and
Into glimmers of ma dark past,
We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies
It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,
Stuck like stumps of trees with a bitch that's prolly bad as fuck
Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut
Yeah come holla at your uncle
Frontal into a jugful of rubble.
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