Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw
Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah
Gold chains, watches and more,
You see i gotta go to war
The only time i flirt with her
Chanel louis prada what a mixture
God has blessed her, prada dresser
Got the perfect plan to help me get her
Tell me anything you want
Uttermost inside rotted, chains locked
Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a
Only suffered threw trauma couldnt fast forward or take a break with a comma,
That going through some things
Theyre called chains and rings
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