Starin at the wall, heard a scream
You an ugly nigga, cee lo green
Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
Oh boy lo soy, i wanna i wanna stretch the bubble
With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual
B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner
If its not couture, i will not go to her
Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind
Ur now grind like lo-gic in a sick mind,
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