Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane
& i don't care bou't you know / it's intelligent brain
I"m the designated driver
Stir up all these feelings inside of her
I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained
But, shorty i'm far from a saint
This flow so slow, i`m so slick,
If his bitch insist on getting sick
Pissin' on the demons of the earth
At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters
I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds
The center of the east coast my emblem reads
How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly
After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...
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