Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh
But i know something about you.
My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow
Ill tell you something we already know
Don't want to be the king
'if you don't live for something,
Of a convertible elopin' to get married
Something i know i can reach, you will hear me when i speak
The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more
The kind that will give you something if you know what i mean for
I know..i'm very good..tell me something else..i've dealt out my cards but still kept the ace/
These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case
Hoping that he's listening
Always up to something…
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