I say that the pool is closed
Turn money into diamonds and gold
Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right
Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,
I like a broad that has fashion gold,
Is a space that now you hold
Desire get confused and you could lose your direction
Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.
I look down in the river, no sound in that wet mirror
But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner
So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot
Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,
I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win
To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'
Fred on his #flintstone, cept i make the #dead #rock
A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop
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