You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot
All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob
But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford
Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,
For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,
They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends
You jennifer love hewitt and bitch
Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich
Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means
Can barely walk the city streets
Whitey here, but don't misconstrued me with the ford,
No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord
All my new bitches seem to get old real quick
Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick
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