Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb
Be if you were still here and chose to repeat dying for me if only i can imagine
Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back
Splice and mash, bite the cash, imagine if all rap was wack,
From my ''hot pen''/tell your siblings enemies n top friends/if they want real
We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red
Bars i got them/if they want some real spits i got phlegm /top speed with my
True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try
Driving my car to a foreign place
If you keep talkin shit, i'll piss on your face
If you bleed red then you're kin,
And the reason that i'm going
But if you want, the beef my nigga
They infiltrate our homes, africa
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