Hundred k in twenty-two hours
Thanks to you, d p s drowns!
S queezys very bold
But for long time i had gone cold
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit
Im happier when high and drunk
My g"s have been handcuffed,
I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey
The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,
Digital ten, shit get critical friend
S on my chest like a superman vest
Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
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