While i bombard with lots of stuff and that ain't dots of bluff you bitch!
Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich
We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots
You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars
Make jollof with lots of pepper, so i stay hot forever
An understatement said that k. lamar was under pressure
With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that
Its never stops even though you got lots of it
Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference
And now he's in a hospital with lots of slits across his wrists,
Will provide lots of nice spots where we can smoke in
Bamas surprised, deprived from attention
These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference
And now he's in a hospital with lots of slits across his wrists,
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