I collect debts an post death threats, pain inflicter amoungst your sister,
I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her
Trip, and then you never snitch
I love my dick like i love my bitch
I love bad boys that's my fucking problem
Killa you already know harlem
This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life
My sister died before i was born i am the mothafucka that survive
Bb king or the neighbors of snoop
I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,
In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because
It's so annoying when i cant talk to my love,
Cause i'm in game of twister with you sister, so i pull down my rigor zipper,
Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer
I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror
I won't mourn when i assassinate and twist barb #wire around your sister/
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