And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes
A skinny asian who wears chains
I’d be buying her chains
I know what it takes
Electric chair i don't deserve the fun
You won't see tims and huns bouncing to one rhythm
You ever seen a casino?
Dig, these niggas is fake joe
Tellin em what you thugs
Good kids make bad grown ups
I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots
While young thugs still running away from the cops
But better when i sing songs
Metaphor, chilling with better whores
I fucking hate this job
Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke
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