And i snap like bob backlund in the booth
No time for make up and no time for truth
No toys for you little boy
Ain't like my job or guys i employ
Said when i do dirt wit her
Ain't no eggs for the batter
They getting deals with thier weak buzz
The gifts, i wanted on christmas?
Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest
For no longer am i scared,
Ain't no gimmick with the flow
Cus for her, there's no tomorrow.
No responsibilities for me listening
You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king
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