Every night i stroke hoes
Rap godliness the pope knows
Of bad bitches and good tree
But five years from now i bet she see
Imma bless this crap, all my shit pope
Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke
She suckin and swallow man bitches are hallow
I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow
Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke
With your problems little dick i aint the pope
I'll take there homies,family and bitches
Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this
Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.
Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith
And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches
Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this
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