Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace
And when the game tests you a true writer plays
...not wanted 4 murder...
So it leaves me to wonder
Walk that body, talk that body
4 79, boy better pay me
Lord knows that four door fit eight women
Still hittin plays, thinkin bout the billion
But had to understand that was 4 fools
Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules
Through your stereo it plays and stays in your dome now,
Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow
You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes
I'm a battenberg nigger that plays for high stakes./
Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah
And wrote this from 4:25 to 4:30, hah
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