Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit
Criminal intent, out of breath, reach limits per minute,
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,
A shooting range with bullet limits
Two whips, six tattoos, no kids
No no no guarantees
I'm screamin' out fuck the police
No, no, we are not those
Guess i’m different than most
All i want is you now
No one no where no why no how
No conscience, no need for resilience
And even when you crabby, obey all seasons
It ain't where i been
No affiliation
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