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She all on my skin

Kill 'em with a passion,

Catch you up on places i've been

God will stay as my passion

I’ll never use a rubber

Why cant i be popular

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

The one 'n only popular socialite lonewolf mcquade.

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Rihanna's is better, like how she got popular

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Is awfully tactical, a task at best

Open fire and dispatch troops

A far reach from them rap dudes