We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes
Especially, after that heavily news
Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose
Still thinking about this accident in the news/
Niggas die over shoes
You cant grab on whats on the news
High as shit, i’m in a booth
To end up on the news
Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one
Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson,
Niggas couldn't fill my shoes
Cold-blooded vein pulsing ’jo news
Janitors and cooks and guards and tellers, that's bad news,
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
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