Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set
Thenlack of you here is making me upset
Making dollar bills out of music
Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip
I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more
Kids are making fun of me and my feelings are still not tore
Old school convos, talking bout lotto, spreading advice, always a lot of fun
As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine
Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,
Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
Forever in debt to the lord for he's given
'til the thrill of killing animals was no longer fun.
Old school convos, talking bout lotto, spreading advice, always a lot of fun
While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison
But you been looking for love in all the wrong places
I'll have you making dozens of faces.
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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