J's on my feet, yeah i love designers,
Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve
I love it when my opponents spit emotionally
It's about niggas and bitches, power and money
Sticking my dick in a purse, cuz i love fucking with cash
Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass
Nowadays usually it's his pockets
Then i plough my girl, my dick deep in ribs
Ill stick my dick down there throat till i feel fluid
It ain't my place to say and i hear all that
I had to shut em out, then my dick died down.
You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown
You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick
Without ssc i feel misery, girls want to hop on my dick,
Tryna remember all does times my girl and i made love
In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness
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