Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
Big money, i’m talking bad hoes
I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine
Couple of shots and a glass of wine.
Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
Or now they don't praise enough
Raybands...hide the face of,
Top of my pile of bodies
Ima let her be by herself in peace
Of potential cases
And panned out, i'm all in love
Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
Where my grimy figures at? look lively addressing the captain
Beaches of normandy.
Cause time is money
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