Cools cuts, make his meat real lean
Exclusives, y'all never seen
Murdered every bod from my squad
Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.
Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit
In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,
He say, she say, oh my god
Snap crackle ackle, im high on pot
Growing glowing pot, tastes better sparked, served hot, cops know squat.
You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock
My rhymes so hot they make you girls titties dangle
Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal
Ever since then i had no job
Get it hot in the pot
Tired of feeling wired of dealing
And my wish is to have everything
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