Nigga i was sent from hell to fuck up your nigga with my devil stick
Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick
But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck
Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up
My nigga told me meditate to teach my mind to elevate
And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid
Nigga know better than to doubt my reign
I'm going off the top of the brain
Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car
And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far
Cuz i'm pulling skirts up exposing you ladies,
So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese
No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot
All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob
Watch the simpsons and eating some cereal for dinner
So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger
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