To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea
I caught a can of lipton in the sea,
Bitch, i might make you my baby
Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop
My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/
I got bigger problems baby
Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea
Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,
'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you
You got pets? me too: mine are dead
Found dead covered in red
I though i was red hot
I make her cum a lot
Holla out my set
She wants to dye her hair red?
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