I make 100 millions without a robbery
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
It ain't hard to make money
Millions of children, bitch it must be.
The hitman's job, slaying villains in the millions, fuck maybe billions,
Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions
Millions of questions inside my head but i found no answer,
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
The sun rising while you moaning
Fifty millions and we're still growing!
I never fit in with them light skins
Crimes risen in to the millions,
Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference
Relent pawn, u get spent on by your, then, mom cause you're favorite- millions?
Not one j got a pair or more
We can make millions, but what the fuck for?
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