A shouting match lit the malignant glint in greg’s eyes( her boyfriend)
Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end
Big money, i’m talking bad hoes
My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze
And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream
My shit's so hot and you can call me obscene
Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips
With my hot flow larger than womans emotions.
Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend
But she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend
And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before
My product so hot got everyone wantin more
"hold my purse" - now she on the floor, droppin' like it's hot
I read about napoleon hill and try to know god
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