Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
6 million ways to die choose one
Tried to break this unlawful curse,
When they twist and talk with they fingers
Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my
So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy
Changing our ways to coincide with feds,
And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets
I'm just trying to learn better ways
When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave
Have evil thoughts on ways to make deniro
Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though
As: my dad can’t satisfy her in the bedroom ever since he passed away
I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day
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