Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good
Im in her white house like a politic
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
She abhorred her spouse, when he was a born she couldn't afford a house
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,
She walks a few blocks, and arrives at robs house
Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts
Ma became middle class, and we got a a nice house,
To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds
Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights
It ain't fun to be you, you just a wannabe too, losing all of them knife fights,
I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion
Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen
We wake up, i go to work, she leave out
In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around
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