Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
She vying for number one, tryna be number one
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets
Tired of feeling wired of dealing
She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing
Couple of shots and a glass of wine.
D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine
Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus
Cause america the terror of,
Top of my pile of bodies
Cause there could never be peace
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that
Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.
Rub titties in his face and laugh
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