The glare makes me hard to find
Animal style my style is wild
And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth
And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes
And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
I need kylle tha crocodile, to come over and show everyone how to rhyme with style,
I'm on deck i'm up next
And in love with her, lets have sex
Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine
My rhymes and style are so defined/ that i could make her cling to me with little time//
That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit
Trash your shit with classic spit human turantula he has been bit
It's all over now, take it like a man
With an old style and a sold can that outran
I didn’t have sex with u like you said
Now i don’t know if you was trying to check
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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