You shine like a mothafuckin dime
Almost at the finish line
Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free
So look at your history
And look at your edition compared to its definition,
I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position
Your trying to rhyme from line to line,
And just in time your head is mine
Your beautiful hair gets to me like im finally at shore
You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door
Look on your page, you really think you're boss at the top,
I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk
Mo county, va, show is over, encore
Unless when you look at the mirror on your door
Look at her hair accuse her of bein a lesbian, she says hell naw i just like the hair style,
And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
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