No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split
Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that
If you feel it, it must be real just
No preference, irrelevant
My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life
Had no ambitions and no drive.
Had no ambitions and no drive.
An ipod mind to you walkman guys
No, no, we are not those
Here they keep a rachet close
// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]
My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow
// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]
Definition of cold: ice, 30 below
But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers
Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years
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