God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd
I used to play the game and kill nigg'as call it pro player. shoot yo brains out,
You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/
And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business
You gotta know the motto get money then bitches
Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family
When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money
I hope you prayed, unless your gay
She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day
Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith
1 for the money, 2 for the bitches
Later bitches, i'm off to kill the haters,
See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth
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