In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit
You couldn't handle the canvas of all the pictures painted
Every day was a saturday, shit
This isn't the picture i painted.
Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions
Not caring for lives, only profit and guns
Hold it..now thank you for silence
But i dont carry guns
I think it excited her
Painted by a vivid picture
Packing guns, n' tackling bums.
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance
I'm with your girlfriend eating chips
Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit
A myriad of colors other brothers, wishing the painted
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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