Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards
Cause i’m going out with a fist raised
I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained
After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...
Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie
You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much
I"m a savage as i ravage, with unstoppable damage.
This flow so slow, i`m so slick,
If his bitch insist on getting sick
Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!
That i can only love you when you undressed
I"m the designated driver
You know...you know who you are
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