Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket
That fucking tornado. whatever the problem, death or hell. i'm not taking shit
You got a problem with my ass and then you talk so big
Listening to aston martin music music
It's a permanent solution to a temporary problem
I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one
I love bad boys that's my fucking problem
I told him get his 9 and run
And last but not least please don't tell no one
Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?
Caused a problem in my evolution
I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win
When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands
I took a look at the problem and result, my life is the aftermath.
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