But i murder him first
"how money running this world?!"
I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies
Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please
Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood
I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would
So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.
Some niggas slept on me but i dont see the snoring
Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best
You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest
Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot
All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would
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