The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her
Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser
I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya
Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah
I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained
But they sold jello in the paint
Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!
I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent
I"m the designated driver
That don’t mean i’ma stunt her
A drug doing , no good for nothing. young age fucking.
Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing
I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was
Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards
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