And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up
You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup
Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck
And pull those other four down you ain't giving up
Doing nothing over the weekend
I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end
Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,
Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back
No commentary my man, i come out swinging
Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning
And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up
Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut
That fire flow the finest women i adore
And tell the doc you'd be dead at four
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