Glass windows, with a real nice view
That means two, between me and you
And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,
Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good
The windows rolling down the boulevard. want something outta me but i don't do
But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true
With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains
About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh
Imagine them trapped in confinries,waving through windows,peeking for recovery n
Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again
How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit
Green windows looking like they're made of stained glass, gothic
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