And some strawberries and some chocolate
Double m-g not to mention we got that
I pray the lord my guns to keep
And kill yourself and your clique
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold
And don't ever (and don't ever)
And if my mother answer, i'll ask her
Tryna stay clear of my foes
Riddles and jokes and scary crows
Shit is on silent all day long
And once i'm dead and gone
Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,
Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass
Just to go to liv on a sunday
And a fridge and some broccoli
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