Oh now your filled with jealousy.
20 racks really thats sneaker money
Yo mamas so black her tits are filled with grape flavored silicone
Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone
Caps half full mine always filled with battle
She caught up in my love triangle
87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks
The mainstream’s filled with these spineless hacks,
It's about niggas and bitches, power and money
No wonder his lines are filled with profanity
Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy
Than i pop a pill and swallow that shit with an almond joy
Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder
Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her
Let me teach you all the sounds of love
Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff
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