White boy, six foot, packin a nine
She prefer the dutty wine
This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook
Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good
Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs
Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense
Put on the lab coat, every square foot of this lab goes
The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes
6 foot 7 foot 8 foot or 9,my raps are better than all your shit combined,
Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind
But we got off on the wrong foot
To mcs that don't rhyme good
Since you're down now, boy, lick ma foot heel
I got to make sure that i can play here
Dig a six foot hole for a bitch ass troll
Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll
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