Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun
I love bad boys that's my fucking problem
That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass
He was very clever in english science and math
I just wanna go to the slum
If you gotta problem
I am a storm so do the math.
So much class, double d’s and ass
Baby, you got that super bass
To rap while cursed by math
This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son
Yea i need buck thats my fuckin problem
Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass
Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.
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