Spine into the digit.. six, he's gone sick,
Go crazy when she hear music
While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison
The smile after i'm done, the weight off of my shoulders that felt like a metric ton!
As i sit and think im thinking fuck the president kill him with no evidence
To destroy artist till you'll have to guess the numbers by triple digit estimates.
Leaving you the same ol’ digit.
Don't come around hurr on that floss shit
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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