Young money shit, me and lil wayne too big
Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic
Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips
Let me twist your mind,and fuck it in all directions
And we no la de de da i don't care for any people
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Bought a brand new car for my after party
So i dare a nigga come try and hit me
To try and impress me,
While i'm making history
Only getting high cuz we closer to hell
And bad bitches give me head and tell
Tell me my rhymes are getting phat and i might want a tummy tuck
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
All she want is one love, that money and that come with me
The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family
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