He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away
Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,
Through all of the grape vines
All the time with this glock of mines
But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home
Yo mamas so black her tits are filled with grape flavored silicone
But that's only in the future, y'all cold as hot chocolate,
That you selling rides on the white horse right up out your crib
I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got
I heard through the grape vines that you really thought you had a shot
Light up a white chocolate blunt and take it in turns
And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth
How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep
I'm raisin hell like you when chasin a chocolate parakeet
Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy
Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley
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