Hustling tryna make this p
I ain't tryna fight back, but baby
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
So just pass the weed, i smash ‘em g’s, you can call my ass a master p,
Come and walk a mile in my shoes.
My time with their half-witted reviews
Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though
Come sit over here and watch my show.
Just sit back and relax and take it easy
And i still havent seen one bit of my p
Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt
Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and
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