That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose
Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
And if you cross me man i stab you like a toothpick
And the court room may preside i'm gonna win sorry if i spoiled
Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point
Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams
Then i burn on the return, popping bernie may schemes
Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly
But i dont give a damn if the devil may cry
On a zillion, next you may go to trillion
And stay focused on the women and you get less done
I see the kids on the street
Me and my peeps often meet
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