High heel wearer, hell of a body
God wouldnt save you cause his name start with a g
We call each other homie g,
And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby
Plottin' don’t even worry
The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g
It's a battlejust for tha big money
A demon that feeds of my inner g
Look, i'm still talking to you baby
You under me what's your color g?
You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money
I mean surely you see you can't be hurting a g
With a fronted silent g.
Hail mary nigga, run quick see
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