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K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

And a back rub come slut give me a reason to reply

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

Twist the necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Lost in the frey, the crimes they are sentenced to repay,

You’re trying to find a time to reply,

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Now i see them and reply

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Going to the lobby

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

She's looking real cold in the lobby