11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
It wasn't about the sex
I'm on deck i'm up next
Just who is malcolm sex
You would bet on malcolm sex
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
Without the sound of guns
3m's on my new balance
All the girls wanna have sex
Sweet, okay makes sense
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
The lyrical lizard lickin lollipops, poppin molly pops
But i dont carry guns
Now, nigga, it’s the prince
Without the sound of guns
That was my influence
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