Aimin' at his partner who know he up next
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit
I need my hand to be in that big league mitt
They say nothings ever free
Beaches of normandy.
Out of this coviction of feelings
I'm with your girlfriend eating chips
Of being of always getting wired
I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work
Top of my pile of bodies
I'm why baby mamas leave
Them people see my good side
Out of mind out of sight
Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done
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