Until something comes and our lives are booted.
See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit
And my d is 12 inches and it goes really deep
Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street
Big money, i’m talking bad hoes
Love reefer and love sneaker above those
If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms
I love and hate this world, this goes out to ma pops
Reason i stuck with the sound
What goes around comes around
People don’t grasp the concept, what goes around comes around,
And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
Its been five years and here comes another
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